I put this poem together from the messages Dad left in magnets on the fridge. We have arisen from our cooling bed. Together we dressed. We are powerful And robed for departure. Feeling Languid We await the storm And watch the sad sky fall apart To make a portal to our new home. The time I have spent away from her is over. Please watch, please observe I commend you. Please recall our words carefully and with love Or the heave and swell of the day’s business Will wash us too quickly into the void. Mourn yes, scream, but do so with restraint. Show your iron My beloveds And face the road ahead. Love this garden and this still elaborate forest And these shadows behind the paint of light. Because that’s where we’ll live - Not too far away. We have joined the moon club, And if you return to sit here, Our trees will bow down and touch you From across the up-welling night. I feel a chest pain, the fluttering, And the pounding of my heart and blood Here it c
Left wing commentary from the heart and the head