This band is playing on five different stages at once
He left quietly in the middle of the night
Abandoning mum and me with finality
Ripping open the primal wound of this adoptee
In my grief I’ll spread blame around.
The band plays on sad and angry
Tomorrow morning the cock will crow
As if today is the same. The earth like mum
Watches all this unfold and she knows
Each and every one of us must go
How great her grief!
Cicadas leave empty husks on their way
Up and up and up
There by the grace of God go I
The band plays on denial and acceptance
Under a showy azalea shrub
Mother’s Day blooms abound
There this cat awaits to be found
The cat is an angel
The azalea is the sun
Suppers ready it cannot go cold
Waiting for us to table come
As we are the same in dust
We are the same in everlasting life
If we are anything, we are one
I’ll never see my farmers face
I’ll teach these kids of this grief
When I too get up in the middle of the night
Which one of us will go first?
What will matter when that day comes?
What’s left when matter disintegrates
We have some words that point to that
A pervasive sameness like background
Microwave radiation. Science and faith
Two roads to the same town
You’ll find us there, me and
Him
20200510
update: sent this over to the poets pub for open link night. check out some of my fellow poets!