to pare
so spare
that
this
life
becomes
translucent
1
I passed a dilapidated Victorian, grime-smeared, sprayed with graffiti.
The street level shop windows were boarded, the upper windows broken. I approached the building and touched it lightly. The entire building crumbled into a fine and beautiful dust.
Trees, growing in dirt squares surrounded by sidewalk, began to snicker.
2
Mozart's Ah Tutti Contenti
from the Marriage of Figaro,
finely spun!
A pond appeared
where turtles sung.
Maria Robusti
What would you have thought
of a still damp drawing of a pregnant mare?
Lifting your eyes, as I did,
would you have felt
a shiver of recognition, a sudden nearness
to that long-dead artist?
Would you have left Rouffignac
with that graceful image
embedded in your bones?
This is for you, my dear
who in that year
could have filled your
umeployment forms out
in ancient greek
or very poetic French.
It was frustrating to watch you
write letter after letter
seeking work
when you had enough work
(filled the rest of your days).
What really were you after
but a little money to get by on?
You told me then, and I hear you now, say the future has no hold on us,
we're too close to the present, and we gain nothing from desire,
however enticing, without this god damn struggle just to stay alive,
to create.
1
of chicory, and a vision
snow blown from a tree
fruit blossoms falling
it's a cherry tree, too
2
near a dark lake
deer have eaten
all the hyacinth -
their spring asparagus
3
pileated woodpeckers
over a foot high
are eating suet
an arm's length away
4
I am able to see tiny creatures
feeding on my skin
molting exoskeletons
or
5
a cornfield
lit by thousands
of tiny abdomens
january 21st
Dad had his operation last night. The doctors found tumors in his colon, lesions in his
large and small intestines, skin tumors, bone cancer. His body's crumbling. The cancers will reach a large organ, the brain, in months not years.
We send flowers with sweet smelling lilies. Mary and Maureen cry a lot. Paula thank god she's so damn efficient and fair, clear thinking.
Dad did it. He lived long enough to take care of mother.
Hope Dad lives to see spring, Paula says.
march 4th
Dad's in very recent chemo
may give him unhoped-for months
Mare and maureen there
and Mom comes home
lots of busy
wears mom and dad out
a good thing
a long straight sleep rare for them these days
the guilt
have we done enough?
as many answers as family
but I suspect
always in the negative
cannot be otherwise
living through dying is full of surprises
love. separation.
bittersweet ordinary.
april 17
warm spring smell
trees prickly with roundthorned buds
we've overwintered another year here
today we walk to the river
downy woodpecker, nuthatches, geese
and lovesick gulls
holding hands
I know we
are formed first by love -
his patience, suffering
shuts me up
a lucky woman
to have such a graceful partner
savor joy
it is not forever
1
goldfinch
flew through
strewn tansy
2
august heat
completes
swallow-altering
air
3
female finch's
lament
hawk-quickened
spent
Women held you
as you passed
from one world to another
on pale iron beds
white as moons
in rooms of skin
and tulips.
You, purpling between sheets,
breathing first
a cry
or
at the end
a sigh
of transcendence.