Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Back in the Saddle Again


The snow's been messing with me for months, now:
chased me out of Scott County just after the holidays
and kept me out of it the night before Mom's surgery
(falling along the diagonal of I-81 in a perfect line).
It started falling during Grandma's party, yesterday,
and ran me out of Maryland, altogether, by nightfall.

You died, today, between snows. I guess it's warm
where you landed. I guess they gave your hat back
and your hair, your blue jeans and cowboy boots.
I know our horses were waiting just inside the gate
and that you're back in the saddle again (out where
a friend is a friend). I miss you so much, already.

And I know just what you would say, if you could:
"Don't worry about it," but I know, too, that I will:
that there's nowhere for these road-weary bones
to be but the place they lay you, pain-free, to rest.
The air's sharp and cold, and I can't help but wonder
if I'll get there on time, if I'll make it before the snow.

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Rest in peace, Jason Hatfield. Bring them both and meet me at the gate.

7 comments:

  1. Beautiful tribute! I am so sorry for your loss, Brandee.

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  2. Praying for your travels and for strength and peace for you. (And I agree w/ Joe - this was a beautiful tribute.)

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  3. This is so beautiful, Brandee. And the way you wrote it through snow's lens feels so powerful. I am deeply sorry for your loss and hope you can get there through the snow.

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  4. Oh, Brandee. I am so sorry for this loss! (Friend? Relative?) And you have written a glorious tribute here. Just remarkable. Thank you for sharing it with us.

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    1. Thank you. Close friend from childhood.

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  5. Brandee, your writing is just gorgeous. Sorry for the loss that brought it out of you.

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