My son at 6 at the end of the weekend Your arm drapes along my whole side From my shoulder to my hip to my ankle Where your finger circles the knob Of my joint firmly. I can feel the warm press Of your palm, the weight of your elbow Against the worn fleece of […]
Early Winter Morning When I am ready to bury you I want the weather to cooperate. That would be a sign of god’s grace. I don’t want to be standing by the open grave In a driving rain, The umbrella fluttering querulously overhead; Or staring at the crystals of a deep frost Bound to the irregular […]
A’s Communion Through him With him In him In the unity of the holy spirit Unto the hour of death, And the echo of a long valley For ever and ever. Crepe paper lightens my hand The flutter comes from the breath Of the word One supplication in this prayer To feel him A postcard From a […]
T’s communion When I go to communion hold my hand. The change in the air, The rustle of the heavy clothes, The scuff of shoes against the polished slate, The solitary cough, The clap of the wood boards against metal stays, The mumuring up ahead, The swollen rotation of the bellows, The stillness of the lift, […]
The impulse in song What wants to sing, to thresh the air with sound and watch the chaff rise, lift, grab, elevate, erupt Into a line of song that makes me want to swing my legs to and fro, snap my fingers like this? The ball of my foot pushes on the wood floor so I can see […]