waving
(for aunt marg)People in Saskatchewan stand in doorways
and wave continually
as you drive away in your car
They will wave around a corner as you drive by
through windows steaming from their own breath
through doors slightly ajar
As if you will be safe as long as they can still see you
As if your leaving is a ripping
as if they hesitate to let you go
as if they are (rightfully) not sure when they will
see you again
And you like to think of your aunt standing there
through the days and months and moments of life
waving in her doorway
As if she will still be there, frozen in time
the next time you come
to Saskatchewan© Thomas Trofimuk