From Safety To Where…?

When this restlessness bit you
too,      life’s an itch
wryly uttering to me, confident
I would feign hilarity (and did).

Opened sweet independence,
allowed riled excitement to pour over,
coat flesh and cloud sagacity.
How you snuggled to my seductions –
even those fraught with delirium.

No matter, it was winter's abrasive onset
with bundled packs,
you, skittish of hitchhiked rides
bumping along in black
thin sun slicing through hallowed ground,
permafrost and mania.

Yapped stories of
Mowat’s Magadan,
Siberian wilds of Rasputin,
Asian characteristics in elder
Native American tribes.

Wanted to ask,            have I been talking your ears off?
                                    (toes off?)
But forever days, truck stops, wind-howled
motels
how asinine that would sound.

Wandering endless to Alaska
and your cancerous silence grew.
Damned myself for always.  Always this
temerity.

Finally those tumor eyes turned – I,
okay, we’ll go back.