I catch myself again; Looking for you in the doorway. Expecting you to walk out onto the porch, wrap an arm around my shoulder, and hold me close as you did when all the others died. Not this time. No, not this time, you are not here. Still, I won’t believe it; my aching heart skips another beat, my stomach somersaults, recognizing this helpless hope for the impossible possibility – that you are alive. We have all your evidence: an instruction set for painters, heavy typewriters for writing weighty words, for poetry, for Gertrude Stein and Whitman, Bukowski, and Kerouac; in English and approximate French; poetry written down on misaligned keys, characters askew; words for you, words for us, words because we exist; paintings on plywood canvas; lonely sea fences, space bugs, spoons, and barbed wire; Your voice making sense, or making nonsense in our world; Workspace Wednesday. All that you touched, and all you created, everywhere you've been, and everyone you’ve loved, bear witness to your beautiful life. You were extraordinary, Frank. And we, we were blessed. No, I don’t believe you are gone. When your soul’s fragile shell failed, death released your spirit to dance among the atoms of the Universe. You are in the water flowing down the Gunpowder, in the leaves of the grass along Stonesifer Road; riding on cool, sweet air breezes and blue skies, breaking August heat in September; steeping with the Tea in Gainesville; mixing with the soils of the Earth; in our breath and in our blood. For every atom belonging to you belongs to us. When we were young, I would hold you tightly, burry my nose in your hair, and inhale your scent, knowing you were mine and I was yours. Brothers. Caught in this memory, I barely notice the air become still, stagnant July heat on my skin, rain falls, releasing an ephemeral rain-soil scent. Inhaling deeply, I begin again, becoming whole.
3 responses to “Words for You, Words for Us”
😥💔 Matthew, I feel so sorry 💔😥
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I am soooo glad you published your moving poem, Damien! I can now re-read and cherish it again and again. Thank you!
Love you. Nancy
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I love your poem. It’s beautiful. I feel like I know Frank the tiniest bit.
Here’s a book that made sense of all of this for me: https://www.amazon.com/Journey-Souls-Studies-Between-Lives/dp/1567184855. Your poem resonates with it a great deal. xxoo
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