— Diane Lee Moomey
I will live in the redwoods
in mist and deep green shade. My lover
will live with me: two ancients,
we will build a treehouse
of woven bark. Bats
will hang, head down,
in the shadows above.
Or, when I am old,
I will live by the southern ocean
in a round house with seagrass
for a door. I’ll build it myself.
I shall eat kelp.
A gray cat will live with me,
a very old gray cat. He will be indifferent
to the seabirds that walk on my skin.
I shall lie by the water’s edge each day,
and mark the new year
by the return of gray whales
from the north