Friday, December 27, 2013

Outside the Holy House

I.
All of life
      In goldfish eyes
As we lie
      Inside of time --
               Bubbling --
Letting pass
      Every meaning
                Because we need to
                       Make more
My one job:
      When the kettle boils
                 Turn the stove off
II.
No one knows how bad it is --
       This gift --
Which makes it easier to let go
        The many faces of grief --
So that a greater gift, a more
        Paralyzing grief
                  May arrive,
Like lightning must dissolve
        To illuminate the void
III.
My wife is half a world away
        -- The house next door --
Still her flame burns in my heart
For there is only one
        When all is said and done
Two bodies disappear into the soil

2 comments:

the walking man said...

The more we hang on, tighten the grip the more chance we have of letting what we hold slip from our hands.

^.^ said...

Got here via Mark ... happy to have found your blog ... loely soul food :) Always, cat