I wrote this poem while on a writing residency when I had terrible insomnia, missed my wife, and was feeling disoriented by the unfamiliar environment. It's a part of a companion series of poems in my mss Lost Swimmer Plan that is exploring (among other unanswerable questions) what/where/who God is. The video location is my back porch; the bird (ie: squirrel) feeder location on the felled tree in the background was a bad idea.

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Betsy Wheeler is the author of the poetry collection Loud Dreaming in a Quiet Room and the chapbooks Start Here and Mental Detours. She earned her MFA in poetry at The Ohio State University in 2005, and held the Stadler Fellowship at Bucknell University from 2005-2007. Her poems have appeared in publications including Tupelo Quarterly, The Journal, Bat City Review, Better, MiPoesias, Forklift Ohio, and Octopus. She's the Managing Director of the Juniper Summer Writing Institute, and Juniper Institute for Young Writers at UMass Amherst. She lives with her wife and daughter in the woods of Amherst, MA.