Cameron Morse

West Virginia

There is shelter in a song. 
Almost heaven, sings Denver, 
and I sing to my children. 
I photograph them crouched 
upon the especially green 
crest of our leaf-shaded yard
in the middle of June. 
There are songs I wish I had 
sung in the coffee house
at Calvin before I lost the power
of my left hand to form chords 
on the fretboard. West Virginia 
makes me wonder where 
my home is. Certainly not here
where I sit in driveway 
riot of ants, the dirt of their 
settlements lining cracks
between the concrete blocks. No, 
and not at Calvin either, where 
I wasn’t Dutch, wasn’t C.R.C.,
wasn’t even comfortable 
in my own raucous skin, my torn 
army jacket. My balding scalp 
itched and now nowhere  
can I locate for myself the sound
of running water emanating 
from a neighbor’s lawn, water 
or wind whisking the pinwheel
glint of foil in their flowerbed. 
Barefoot, I step into the hot street.
Almost to the other side, I stop
at the truckbed piled with kitchen 
trash spiraling flies, the smashed 
storm door, air conditioner 
perched in an open window
wondering about West Virginia. 


Cameron Morse is Senior Reviews editor at Harbor Review and the author of eight collections of poetry. His first collection, Fall Risk, won Glass Lyre Press’s 2018 Best Book Award. His latest is The Thing Is (Briar Creek Press, 2021). He holds and MFA from the University of Kansas City—Missouri and lives in Independence, Missouri, with his wife Lili and (soon, three) children. For more information, check out his Facebook page or website.