Looking Back
It took me a decade
After his death
Before I could write
A poem about him
It was as if a small part
Of him had entered my heart
And remained behind the
Barbed wire fence
He had constructed over the
Long years
Stayed there all this time
Building an invisible umbilical cord
Reaching out for an unseen
Love connection
Sending signals carried on the
Sealed lips of blackbirds circling
An invisible graveyard
Finding in death
What we had never known in life
Those ghostly white hands
Scratching upward from the grave
Desperately trying to cup the
Tiny flame flickering inside the
Valve of my heart
October 14th, 2009 at 12:05 am
That’s a beautiful poem!