Dappled morning
This young fella delivering the mail lets news from last night’s games
Spill from the truck while I
Grow a little older
Constrained by skin
So unlike the robot dog I contemplate
Having, becoming
Unsteady in the sunlight
Always want to be with you.
It is a simple enough word
Cover
A blanket over me
The cleft of a rock
A bit of plastic tenting
as the storm blows in
.
These angels,
Fierce angels
Stretch wings of splendor over our history of blood
Turn your head to the side little girl
To the past where we both came from
And imagine for a minute
A world without cover
The shadow of majesty
Passing over us
Leaving us all
alone
I ask him
Do you ever want to eat a
Peanut butter sandwich
Not because you are hungry
But because you are
Sad?
Yes. He says
And somehow this helps
Not because he is thin
And I am not
No.
Because the loss
The sandwich cannot heal
Must be faced
Hungry.
I have
Had dreams of swimming
Miragy things
Slippery
The pool will be closed
Or inexplicably elusive
Sometimes I resort to paddling through
The shallows
I interpret these dreams
As desire
Need
To know
That I can find
The girl who like me
Slips through
Both shallows and deeps
The silence and the call
From lacrimal waters
Is crying
I would bottle her grief
If I could
Bury it
No.
But it would bloom
Pour it out
Like a drink offering
Like a grief offering
Like a broken
Bottle
Alabaster keepsake
Dowry, maybe
For a child, a baby
Stolen
From our memory
Of happiness
And its careful
Lie- constructed
Illusion
to sit in a room
meant for song
and watch the women in the room
grieve so
quietly
for lost
and missing
fathers
Of leaves
Does not belong
To me
I gaze at it
For hours
Through the quiet
Window
Vigil
In their outspread
Splendor
Poised to clap
Or bend
A child’s delight
As God comes near
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