Monthly Archives: November 2009
that night in Fawn-Brook
straining for the light in the distance
like children lost in the dark
like that night in Fawn-Brook woods
hands wet with sweat on damp bark
arms erect in front of me
trying hard find my way, any way at all
arms, any arms to protect me
or maybe just catch me before i crawl
i felt so small and i still do
next to you
alone beneath the shadows and tall trees
or eye to chin again with you
that night in Fawn-Brook, somehow
i made my way back to the fire
the only place the cold dissipates
and along with it desire, desire
for safety, kinship, for perfection,
protection from all sides of the night
heart in my throat, feigning,
straining or restraining in the light?
~wwb
Sermon on the Plain
blessed is the child who lays
her head tonight on concrete
for hers are the streets of gold
blessed is the man who begs
each morn on 5th & elm street
for a banquet will be bestowed…
on the mother who would cry
herself to sleep if it were safe
at night for her to close her eyes
her sorrow will be turned to
laughter
on the day that death has died
blessed are you when others
hate you, defame you
because your love don’t look the same
as the love for me
that I don’t see
but they continue to claim
hear this declaration from the plain
pockets deep now with riches
will be laid in shallow graves
bellies full of food and laughter
will be left with nothing
like those they’ve cast away
~wwb
*Inspired by the Sermon on the Plain
