mike borra’s vineyard

I walk a dirt road

Between Mike Borra’s leafless vineyards

That lay east of the farm.

North. I walk north towards the irrigation canal.

North. In my dreams I’m always aware

Of the four cardinal points.

They must be my home.

How can it be late in the morning

When I should be in school?

Nevertheless and instead

I walk north, alone

Crooning the Beach Boys “Surfer Girl”

To no one in particular.

I lie

I croon to the middle space between In particular

To the Blessed Virgin Mary and sin

The only goddess I know

Out there in the cirrus clouds moving

Across the sky blue sky

Cirrus clouds.

Facing north.

Singing to Mary.

Why did you leave me?

Please come back?

Singing to sin.