A millennium hence the Lord tours his dominions,
Querying, probing, pondering opinions
Harvested from hearts He esteems
Well, regarding vital matters: the sprouting of seeds,
The colors of comets, the assessment of mortal deeds…
Turning then, it seems,
To consult a merry soul, He listens closely
to counsel well rooted in a lifetime of service, while mostly
All of heaven patiently lingers.
Weighing advice reverently tendered,
The Lord tarries, laughs at pithy accounts rendered
Parcel to sage fare, then fingers
Lovingly the soul, and carries on his way.
(for Andrea Van der Veer)
May He grant that I am there on that day.
Do I smell cake? Or hake? Or steak?
(for Michael Koop)
Or mayhap a pate?
Grandma died suddenly and crushed us kids,
Who were unprepared for
The staggering loss
That old people and families manage so well.
The Family stumbled.
Things were said
That echo faintly,
But Family is family,
Which is why
Grandma is a sweet memory,
Not a bitter one.
It seems to me that your Family did it right,
And your tears seem
Much of denouement,
Less of loss.
(for John Swenning)
Family is family, and your loss is
Near to mine.
So I didn’t go.
Enchanted – listening there to subterranean conflicts of love,
Lad and Dad, dark echoes of me and my old man.
i gave my brother’s wife an orange
and bound our souls,
hers and mine.
not a whole orange,
less than half –
all she could bear.
loving her so long,
i stood dumb, mute
at her whispered,
“i love you.”
i gave her an orange,
she slept, and
my heart broke.
i gave my
ask that you dream.