From Speak and the Sleepers
to my father (1955-2017)
✧
a question
that sounds like yes
The same breath
of yours or ancient
same lessons relearned
As yesterday happened today
this Tomorrow
however poised sliding
rain behind my ears
is not about my body like yours
cannot help but
Watch finches and iridescent beetles and
Thumped with sleet
(that hard music)
come awake
all at once
the wilderness dim and static
If you lie down in it
thronged with breath
That’s all
coming to beset
falling
Having been fallen on
and glad
for today
There is no cure
untitled graph of sky
I love you do not lift me
no need
✧