Bio Note: In spite of Covid fears, I continue to enjoy my creative activities of painting and writing and, of course, reading everyone's poetry. Being co-editor of poetry for Streetlight magazine keeps me busy as well. My second poetry collection, Conjugation of Perhaps, is available from mainstreetragbookstore.com.
A Saving Grace
On a May Sunday, I walked with the dust along Sherando Road; a torrid day, sweat beads each pore in an honest baptism. and kick beer cans, wobbling the gravel shoulder like Saturday night dice. Out of the country clapping church comes Hell on the preacher’s voice, hymns hum like a plague of gnats, village cars drip oil on sacred ground, old gravestones are ever slanting. I trust the blind curve, notice a two-fisted rock on the bank is recently moved, so I flip it with my walking staff to reveal a hoard of green tinged pennies like a nest of baby copperheads. It is a youngster’s handful, certainly placed one at a time as a tithe for the body of his dreams.
for Tommy falls from a tree angels cannot wing him away falls from inertia possibilities abandoned falls through humid air he cannot swim falls passed parents’ words chases gravity plumb-bob straight chases the reach of ground reach of the world chases the crack of elbow splinters of bone chases the cradle-like cast the lullaby of anesthesia chases the knit and mend finds the weight of experience.
For nearly 800 years, too close to the sun to be seen, Jupiter and Saturn with their child-like moons are there over Jack’s barn in myth-making proximity. And we wish those too liberal, those too conservative— each in their own orbit, their own calculations— could come together in this way. It is the solstice— a sort of promise brought to earth. Tonight, if clouds obscure our view, the two will still nearly touch as we would want a truce, a treaty, in the lengthening days to come.
©2021 Frederick Wilbur
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