Where My Hair Went

Mouse brown and moonlight, into the nest of a nuthatch; into the duff the siskins pick apart; thinnest ribbon on the black-top of a night-black parking lot; swirl and swirl sweeping the infusion room floor; my pillowcase traced in fawn and luster; light as a cobweb and laid atop the grass, brilliant, silver as a tear; into the sand dunes and disappeared. It’s what I imagine my dying to be, spreading my goodbye wide: silver-stone strand on the salad plate; in the mud flats of Rabbit Ears Pass; and once, making love, a silver glinting across my husband’s face.