I. Then & Foreshadow
Blank page, dredged out fish bone
not so different, containers of what will be
Fossils. Left impressions, vestiges
in sand and smoke, crumbs of old
mixed with new light and sound.
II. Now, with Breathing
The living telephone wire. A laugh
I just had with you
ran over by the impulse of a cycling dryer.
Back to bleach and white,
penciled spheres around words
from a Yellow Pages. I see Psychotherapy,
there is only one name.…
our hands extend,
these palms are wading pools –
the waters of God’s love. let
your spirit wade into our hands.
allow the still surface to flood
your soul. allow yourself
to bask in these holy shallows.
you are crying, and lovely.
you are smiling, and beautiful.
we look unto you, and love you,
as you shower in God’s graces.
– Joseph Dahut…
Yet another storm shivers the trees,
reeling even the towering
sequoia. While walking the dog, I weep,
forced by icy wind
to abandon stoicism, your plane not yet
airborne. Once again,
I strip your sheets, reshelve books you never
opened, find, on the sill,…
river city sky
spectrum of grey
Do you know that feeling you get
when giving up
when you don’t care for another day,
when you realize you are your childhood
no matter how much you try to smother it?
As you wonder if anyone will care after you’ve departed
as you walk through the gate alone
in the same way you arrived. …