21. Fog

He searches overpasses at night
for the enemy that blew up his friends
He contemplates gravity’s pull
he’s been home for months

he searches overpasses at daybreak
she sleeps at dawn while he stirs
she doesn’t sleep much while he’s here
he’s been home for months

he searches overpasses in the heat of day
he jumps when she pops her balloon
like he jumped one hot morning
he’s been home for months

he searches overpasses at sundown
he kisses her cheek after bath time
the baby cuddles in his arms
he’s been home for months

he searches overpasses at bedtime
she’s glad to know him
he prays before dinner
giving thanks for saving his life
he’s been home for months

he searches overpasses at night
and speaks in loud whispers
as he cries for brothers long gone
and laughs at stories only he now knows
he’s been home for months