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  • Layered Tegmen (Poem)

    darkness moved upon my skin

    quick as the eyes of the birds that waited

    perched above me in the dripping trees

    fluid as the fast moving snakes that swam

    to keep me company in the estuarial brine

    I left my childhood on those banks

    draped careless as a wornout shirt

    then walked away with this unseen coating

    that called out wherever I lived

    the rich soil of the Delta answered

    by offering the hardworn notes of the blues

    those sank into my veins along with Sh’ma Yisroel

    that hung in air like candle flame in the hot humid night

    the mountains also gave their response

    skies so lowering and gray with rain

    like night itself had come to drench me with bits of coal

    grimed this textured tattoo

    with the wail of a fiddle wrapped around it

    barbed and rusty as old fence wire

    older now I wonder what next

    my adamantine sediment will attract

    some silver flecks to shine like laughter

    some precious gems to recall love

  • For The Bereaved-And We All Sorrow (Poem)

    when the ground shakes in these uncertain times

    when the house no longer shelters from the moment’s storms

    when the heart breaks from all it’s asked to carry

    when tears fall faster than the flooding rain

    I would hold you

    enfolded in the expanse of silent regard

    with spacious kindness for your grief

    be a staff in the fog that surrounds the day

    a gentle warmth in night’s unseasonable chill

    I have mourned so many deaths and died so many times

    that this is now familiar space

    no presumption to guide, no offer but this

    walk beside you at your own pace

  • Where Do We Live Now

    when the simple acts of joy

    the sharing of music

    the announcement for a party

    the laughter over a silly joke

    these have become rebellious acts

    transgressions

    we ourselves have become the violation

    breaking the acceptable boundaries

    by doing nothing else than exist

    and then to be seen finding any happiness

    though it be taken from the slavering maw

    of unreasoning hate

    is met with rage at the sheer effrontery

    this is our fierce defiance

    that we go about our everyday lives