a poem for PMcC
[Matthew 1: 19 – 25]
While I tried not to see
to
stare
at her stillness
the stone bench
and she became one
A voice
she had said
and a burning flow
through her limbs
and I tried
not to see but to
see
what
and how and why and
now
I have a voice
now I am
burning with seeing
just
how
much she needs my voice
Yes she told
me was pulled
from her throat
and Yes
snatched me from my
bed
Care was all I
heard
See where you must carry
it all
Yes
whose voice
do we both hear
12.15.2016
