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Fullness

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on September 22, 2023| 12 Comments »

  for Brad and James
 
 
Around the old barnwood table,
we drink coffee and tea and talk
about fathers and hawk migrations,
holding hands and peacock feathers,
and if there is somewhere a clock
that ticks, I don’t hear it—as if
everything’s stopped—
the Monarchs ever winging
above the butterfly bush and
the mounds of rudbeckia
ever opening into exuberant gold
and the hydrangea forever blushing
into pale pink tips and the deep
green woods ever balanced
at the edge of fall.
I know they don’t last,
these honey-slow hours,
but somehow they do,
as if already it’s years from now
and we are still sitting
around the old barnwood table,
nowhere else to be,
our laughter still rising,
the flowers still blooming,
our mugs still warm in our hands.

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In the Days Leading Up to His Death Anniversary

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on August 12, 2023| 17 Comments »


 
 
Strange how the body remembers
everything about this time of year—
the angle of light, the hue of sky,
 
the scent of almost rain,
the shape of the green beans
twisting on the vine. It remembers
 
the cool of the basement,
the curl of my hand as it slid
into his hand, remembers
 
the tilt of the hill where we drove,
the droning of bees in the sunflowers,
the brief blaze of fireflies.
 
It’s as if the shock of his death
opened every door of every sense
so I was flooded with life,
 
imprinted with the thisness of everything.
In these days leading up to his death,
life rings me, bell-like, again and again,
 
and I chime, charged with memory,
amazed how my own emptiness
is what allows for the world
 
to make in me such music,
 
so vital, so clear, so raw.

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