Month: February 2012

Impasse

the shutter

against

white brick

is blue

and slats

are missing

out of it

like teeth

and it’s the only one

like that

left of the pane

and it’s funny how

your eye passes

over the intact

but barely budges

past those

missing slats

TL

Bulbs

in daffodil

light

the earth

seems warmer

somehow

and the books

easier to read by

and the pain

not so

and when you

twirl the tiny shade

in your tiny hand

the light bounces

between us

TL

Comeback

days before

you died

heard you

sing

“I look to You …”

 

and it was

the Whitney

of my youth

come back

to me

TL

The Rose

to behold

the blush

of a rose

and long for

a permanent

stain

is to stand

in the sameness

of the sun

and drink the milk

from the moon

and leave the night

without speck

and the day

without drop

and the land

without tree

then what

could there be

for the me

that is you

and the you

that is me

TL

Certainty

beneath the bough

the smallest bird

doth lilt

that you might hear it

in your sleep

and in your waking

that it might reach you

at the highest peak

or the valley low

or there almost

and like a memory

like the mist

there is no

before or after

no retreat … return

there is only

a continuum

TL

Courage

last night

the lamps shown soft

in her window

like so many nights before

and the tracks nearby

lay rusted with wear

and the two-lane street

could take you

one way or the other

the difference between

night and day

and together they spoke

without words

for he’d take her place

if only he could

and the prayers went up

to Heaven

like so many there before

for how does anyone, anywhere

out there

face the courage of cancer

without a fountain

of ever-flowing Faith

TL