Sunday, April 12, 2009

One of my Poems for Spring and Easter

Happy Easter! He is risen indeed!

I usually save my poetry self for my other blog, but today seems like a good day for one of my poems. It first appeared in my chapbook, Whistling Past the Graveyard (Pudding House Publications, 2004).

The poem is based on real events, and I wrote it to remind myself of the possibility of miracles.

Rainy Redemption

She told us the X-ray showed a black
spot on her lung. We assumed the cancer harbored
in her breast had set on an odyssey
for new land, and when we didn’t see her
again, we assumed the worst.

Three years later, the flowers bloomed in their annual
tribute to spring, and I saw
her in a parking lot. At first, I thought I saw a ghost, but I held her fleshly
form, still sapling-thin, and knew she had returned,
Lazarus-like, to live among us again.

Our culture focuses on the lost, the missing
in action, but we forget the world commits
to resurrection and reunion. The twig of a tree
sends sap to its tips, the crispy lawn returns
to a life filled with chlorophyll, muscles
wait for the mind to remember what they never forgot,
each generation resurrects the music of its elders,
babies look towards the sky for the familiar
face of the missing parent, history holds
us in its hands and offers rainy redemption.

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