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Are the woods still there? The woods were still almost there.  photo

Are the woods still there? The woods were still almost there. 


The heavy moon’s already almost halved itself, the month’s almost passed. I saw

a cat huddled, early this morning, by a headstone like a ghost, almost like

 

a ghost. I’ve almost seen a ghost any number of times. I’ve almost tried to believe

            what I’ve almost seen. I almost saw a black-winged bird but it wasn’t a bird.

 

I almost whistled for it. I was almost in tune. Later I went by the stream that is almost

            a river and I walked in the water and I almost swam. I almost stayed to wait

 

on shore. I would have almost liked to do that. There was almost something sweet

            about it. Sometimes I hear a high slow whine and it is almost my little dog

 

crying, and then I see the semi-, massive through the window. The moment when Argos

            finally dies, relieved, always almost destroys me. I can almost see what this says

 

about me. I almost write almond instead of the word that I want and at the same time

my hand gestures in the almost-dark and she turns to me with a look that is

almost like silence and almost like light.

image: Tara Wray


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