Thursday, December 15, 2016

As In A Dream


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