Friday, June 2, 2023

A week in the world without you

I wonder if you would care, your missing so evident in my everyday world already. The last poem I sent, the last picture. the last ping I asked you to acknowledge. So I put your name here and hope that the skies are full of the stars we watched so many times. I will count every night that they allow. 




Poem for the son who has turned away


I can’t capture birdsong
or the draft that hawks
ride over just-mown fields.

As blackbirds pepper
the clouds – west to east mornings
east to west of an afternoon –

I pause to listen to the wave
of wings; their cries
soft bells against the leaden sky.

Hardness washes
my heart like the particular howls
of dogs, their sleep erased

by a siren’s piercing scream.
A lonely wail and echo
until all is silent again.

3 comments:

  1. Oh Mary.
    So beautiful, and heartbreaking.
    Holding you in my heart.

    ReplyDelete
  2. So beautiful and so hard. All love to you.

    ReplyDelete

Thank you for reading and commenting!

Everything will leave us except the shadows*

The weather has been cool, the air dry and clear. We have had two or three days where we've had the windows open all day, and we have wo...