Guide
Today is my sister's birthday
My sister who took her life
It's the first time since she died
That I have remembered this day of her birth
When she was alive, I always remembered, it's what
You do when someone is living, you think of them
Now that she is dead I have no way of getting to her
That couldn't have been her intention at taking her life —
She always wanted someone to call her, visit her, be by her side
But now we can't get to her
Death is after all a failure
To see all that I saw today and she hasn't
Forgiveness
After the flood
a true flood
where houses
and forests
and people
were washed
away, truly a flood,
I worked on an island
lodged of full trees that
were lodged with large stones
lodged with mud lodged with
sewer grasses lodged with more
trees and I cut and cut for weeks on
end until I had piles of wood back
at home, and I cut through all
these trees to get to the river
a most beautiful river
In A Hollow
We've walked from the center of town
to this park on private property
donated by the people who own
the land as a tribute to their son
who died 20 years ago
there is no one here but us
no part of the neighborhood seems awake
a new trophy home is being built down the way
the lumber piles, the dirt piles, the open shapes
where windows will be
where windows will be
the boy died at age 20 so now he would be 40 no longer a boy
the park is a hollowed retreat of woodlands and streams
ideal pathways that curl and go hidden
some mother or father or both have put a great
deal of thought and wonder into this place
and the boy is dead but not to them and not even to me
I walk a stone staircase of well chosen flat stone up a rise
to a structure where inside one can sit on handmade seats
around a handmade table where a notebook has been
left to write down any handmade thoughts
I write in there that this boy is very lucky
I know the place is natural and left simple and loved
where any spirit or being just couldn't resist returning
I've been there twice