I live in Middleton, Wisconsin, which is just to the left of Madison on a map. I work as an R.N. in Home Health care. Among my loves are: October, November, the color yellow, chocolate chip cookies, seagulls and cats. Recent publications include Right Hand Pointing, Concis and Postcard Poems and Prose. My website, wind and solar-powered by my husband, Steve, is jeanietomasko.com.
After He Left
When the children were small and sleeping,
the night warm and raining,
I would go out to a place under the broken
eaves. Naked, yes. And standing under,
wash my hair with rain and the dark of night.
I could hear cars on the other side
of the duplex. I could smell the sheets
upstairs. I still couldn’t touch anything
labeled future. Lonely in the rain,
the spirit is beautiful. It can marry
the heart for no one to see. Like I said,
I washed my hair under the broken rain,
and stood there in the night, glistening.
-first published in Rattle
©2015 Jeanie Tomasko