I can feel your hand moving darkly
and then brightly over the plain.
Darkness falls down
deep into the well where I take my clean water.
And the shelter was wood.
It was always there, high beamed and hiding me. It was dripping,
Where was that stairwell that led up? Where was
that burned the face of a picture
of a father and a daughter in the snow?
from me. The mouths shining through the silver.
Strange God, I will get my way one day. Because there is an avalanche
before the crush. Because
this car drives away from the land. The mirror, a view of the rear,
I turned to the furnace whose opening
looked to me
and I returned
which spoke loss, spoke departure
The crow flying over the green lawn is not an omen
but a force of opposites, my
longing moving along in degrees.
Back in the city
when you touched me, water fell out of a faucet
a glass that sat under the
Father + Strange God, over the rooftop the cardinals are dressed in
The birds have been rummaging in my breast bone
hard at work, searching for meat.
God + Father, my friend brought a meal,
a chicken cooked and steaming, to a woman who had
The woman took the chicken
and cracked the chest in half
with her broad hands
with no effort, just need.