Upon Waking


by Jad Josey


at 2:00 a.m.

in the place where my bones

found your bones—

 

that home

 

—I launch into a night sown

with stars, an improbable pasture of stars and

no wind to stir them, and

I hurtle north along the coast, and

the waxing orange moon is setting, and

I am alive to watch it dip into the ocean,

to flatten like a shell into the sea haze,

to burn as a muted sun along that dark horizon, and

 

I suspect this will be my new home—

 

that home

 

—where your bones are nowhere to be found

no matter the digging, and

 

mine: I will carry mine with me

 

beside that impeccable orange moon and

those small hours of the night.


 

Jad Josey resides on the central coast of California. When he isn’t writing, he spends as much time in the ocean as possible. His work has appeared in Glimmer Train, Passages North, CutBank, Little Fiction, Pithead Chapel, and elsewhere. Read more of his work at http://www.jadjosey.com or reach out on Twitter @jadjosey.