The future hung over everything we did,
exchanging presents, as we liked to do,
books and nuts and chocolate, a canopy,
sound of bullfrogs and cicadas, over everything we’d done,
chocolate and nuts, books we talked about,
backroads, gas station blazing in the August night
we pinballed into, the restaurant with the singer,
tips in the jar, how I ate a cherry tomato.
Later, fog rose from the river,
settling on both sides of the windshield.
We drove past the point we couldn’t see
then opened the windows and blasted heat.
I wanted never to bounce back.
Alison Hicks’s books include poetry collections Kiss
and Falling Dreams
, a novella, Love: A Story of Images
, and an anthology, Prompted
. Awards include the 2011 Philadelphia City Paper Poetry Prize and fellowships from the Pennsylvania Council on the Arts. Her work has appeared in Blood Lotus, Eclipse, Fifth Wednesday, Gargoyle, The Hollins Critic, Pearl, Permafrost, Quiddity
, and Whiskey Island
, among other journals. She leads community-based writing workshops under the name Greater Philadelphia Wordshop Studio (www.philawordshop.com
). She has recently taken up playing the cello again after a 30-year hiatus, and enjoys canoeing and camping in the back country whenever she can.