Creation Dream in Which I Sing to My Mother
Lehnert, Richard
Creation The blind woman knows where she lives in no way I can see. I drive back and forth, for these minutes her borrowed, ignorant eyes, and when the place happens on us I help her out, not...
...I drive back and forth, for these minutes her borrowed, ignorant eyes, and when the place happens on us I help her out, not sure what help she doesn't need...
...She reaches for rough, familiar grain and her railing appears...
...In my arms you smile, curled and quiet...
...Richard Lehnert...
...my heart hears your last dreams beat...
...with one palm I press your thin skull to my chest...
...one step and coarse gravel stretches home before her...
...All my life I've wanted this: to take you back to me, hold you in this hard man's womb, knowing you live and will not wake again...
...She aims good-bye at where my voice last was, waves her long white wand, and around her the known world lurches to life rushes up from everywhere all still here...
...Dream in Which I Sing to My Mother The song is doo-wop, and my amazing falsetto loops around us its creamy arabesques...
...At last I'm safe to sing you, like a young lover, this foolish song of the fountain of love, how it's not very far, knowing now how long we take to get there, how close we came...
Vol. 130 • January 2003 • No. 2
