Memories Fished from the Snow

Drag away from; grow together.
It’s loneliness in the abstract,
Aloneness reduced to concrete.

Memories swirl, fish in barrels,
Looking easy enough to kill,
Simple enough to shoot. Water

Has been known to be deceptive,
Even clear. You hold still, peer in,
Try to ignore all distractions,

Carefully take aim. Did you live
Only so that you could extract
Images from your later brain?

Your family half encircling
The TV set that your father
Set up inside of the fireplace,

You waiting for the show to end,
And your siblings to go to bed,
And, finally, your father, too,

Your mother at work for the night,
Who might have it tough driving home
In the morning after this snow,

Which you watch by the window,
The snow in the oaks in the dark,
Concretely, happily alone.