Bone Dance
A poem about the lives
of the saints
Drama fused
the linkage of a
flower with the
breaking of stones
a steel toed shoe crushes
pebbles into the hot asphalt
That is you and me down there,
flattened to gossamer perfection,
over a lifetime and into the next,
pancakelike
bridget on the
bridge with
patrick, their
lives entwined like
a tomb of grace,
a resurrection of
possibilities
throw arms around
the fruit of our loving
amid the lowing of
cattle
death is nothing to fear
life is a thing to rejoice in
god is everywhere
most of all in our lungs.
Thus I will bless you throughout my life,
and raise my hands in prayer to your name;
my soul will be filled as if by rich food,
and my mouth will sing your praises and rejoice
Stone
Bone
Work weary
Soiled chasuble
Tired of these
Stone words,
Rejoin the bone dance
With mutters of
Inattention
Talking to oneself
One talks to the thousand others
One is over a thousand
Seconds
Namedrop
Words
Tears
Willow fronds burn
This is my offering
lacking palms, lacking
Peace