Poetry Month 2013 - Day 7

Almost three years since his death and he still has my back

The way he looks at me from his picture frame

his eyes twinkling as if he were alive again
his nonchalant leaning on the ferry rail
his hair mussed
in the wind
the San Juan Islands
we just left
telling me:
take this trip
again.

         -Esther Altshul Helfgott