-- so we said to the somewhat: Be born --
& the shadow kept arriving in segments,
cold currents pushed minerals
up from the sea floor, up through
coral & labels of Diet Coke blame shame
bottles down there --
it is so much work to appear!
unreadable zeroes drop lamps
as mustard fields [Brassica rapa]
gold without hinges, a vital
echo of caring ... On the census,
just write: it exists! Blue Wednesday
bells strike the air like forks
on a thrift store plate,
& the shadow moves off to the side ...
In the woods, loved ones tramp through
the high grass; they wait in a circle
for the fire to begin;
they throw paper dreams & sins upon
the pyre & kiss, stocking the first
hesitant flame after touching a match
to the bad news -- branches are thrust back
across myths before the flame catches --;
ravens lurch through double-knuckled
pines & oaks & the otherwise;
a snake slithers over serpentine
then down to the first
dark where every cry has size --
FOR EK & MS
Copyright © 2013 by Brenda Hillman
