Bright morning wakes me through
A drapeless window. Away from kids
And wife for the weekend, the bed
Is quiet, the room unpressurized,
The house airy. I miss my life
As it is even for this short time
But this short time is a gift.
On the phone, I love you to each
Of the three. No faces to register.
Words like mortars flying out
At a target obscured by a ridge
May or may not hit the target.
You must trust the coordinates, trust
Experience and expertise.
Chris Davidson is Assistant Professor of English at Biola University, where he directs the Biola composition program and writing center. He holds a B.A. from Cal Poly San Luis Obispo and an M.F.A. from UC Irvine. His poems have been published in numerous journals, including Alaska Quarterly Review, Caesura, Cimarron Review, CRATE, Dust Up, and Orange Coast Review.
*Photo courtesy of sj_sanders.