THE BRIGHT COUNTENANCE
OF THIS SCULPTURE OF MOMENTS.
THIS UNPRECEDENTED LIGHT,
EXCEPT OF COURSE,
AS A NECESSARY ASIDE,
THE MIRACLE TAKING PLACE
UNDER ROGER’S LITTLE SLIDE –

HIDDEN BENEATH IT
THE SLIMNESS OF HIM.
SQUINTING EYES,
MOUTH OPEN WIDE
TONGUE TO FLAG DOWN,
CURL AROUND
THE MUSTY,
SLIGHTLY RUSTY
RIVERLET.
THE EXCITEMENT OF A STORM
ON SUCH A SMALL FACE.

 

WE HAVE EMBRACED SO FEW
THAT HAVE DISARMED US SO.
BRIEFLY HELD WITHIN OUR ARMS
LIKE LOOSE STARS,
LIT AND LENT,
AS OUR TRUE TASK EMERGED –
TO BECOME FLUENT
IN ALL THAT WE CANNOT EXPRESS.
LIKE THE BENEVOLENCE OF THE PLOW –

SWEET CURLS
TURNS OF DARKNESS
THICK WAVES
DRESSING FOR WORK.

 

TO ALL THAT WOULD BECOME AWAKENED –
TO THOSE KISSED, HUGGED AND HELD,
GREETED, SEARCHED AND SMELLED.
TO THOSE PAINTED, FRAMED AND MISTAKEN,
THOSE NOTICED, HEARD, CHECKED AND OBSERVED.
WE CAME NOT KNOWING
WHAT WE MIGHT NEED TO WEAR OR BRING,
BEAR OR SING.
WE WERE MAKING OURSELVES AVAILABLE
FOR LOVE’S DEMAND,
THAT EVERYTHING BECOME PERTINENT.

 

WE BECAME WILLINGLY BOUND
THAT THEY WOULD FEEL SWEETLY FOUND.
OUR DEPTHS SOON TO BE PLUMBED.
THE STUFF OF WHICH WE WERE MADE
DISCOVERED, UNCOVERED AND
BROUGHT INTO THE LIGHT,
SO THEY MIGHT SEE
WHAT WILL BE NEEDED
TO ONE DAY BE WORTHY OF THE
“I AM…OF YOU.”
THEY WOULD AFFORD YOU
THE INTERNAL FIRE,
FORGE
TO BRING FORTH A FATHER, A MOTHER
AN EXEMPLARY OTHER,
THAT THEY MIGHT ONE DAY
KNOW THEMSELVES,
FEEL THEMSELVES,
SEE THEMSELVES A TESTAMENT,
AS SOMETHING WITHIN IN THEM
STARTS GOING IT’S OWN WAY.

 

YOU SENT THEM OUT EACH MORNING,
“LIKE MORTAL WISHES”
HAVING GIVEN BIRTH TO THE
“PASSIONATE CONTRASTS OF THE ENDURING WORLD.”
THESE LOOSE STARS
NOW BRIGHTER FOR THE SWEETNESS
OF THEIR SHORT STAY
AS THE “WIDEST QUIET”
BEGINS TO SURROUND AND PILLAR US.
WE WILL NEVER CEASE
OFFERING THE WARMEST WELCOME
AND THE TENDEREST FAREWELL,
THAT SEASON OF PARTING NOW COMMENCED.
PERHAPS THERE IS NO OTHER.

 

About being a parent.

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