Reaching Through

dancing alone,

 

I hear my Poppa singing

 

his song is
bonfire warmth

 

brackish water tears

he is between the sky and I
my Faith
winged with Laughter

 

my feet

possessed by fire

but

you are a cough of the universe

 

a blue tick hound
barking from God’s front porch

 

“or a roach from the Devil’s pantry,”

he wryly replies

West Virginian darwl in tact

we keep the song rolling

whisper Hopes and Hells

through cracks

in the crumbling skyline

the type of spiritual disobedience
that once brought plagues and typhoons

now

mischievous angels giggle

warm raindrops on the tin roof

 

just beyond Pluto,

God plays a jazz solo

on the Martin Troubadour

He borrowed from Louie Armstrong

 

let’s our benign secrets

 

slide

 

one more sacred night

 

reaching through

 

I often forget which side

of the Divide

is Home

Reviews

[roarke]

It leaves one speechless in the middle of the universe. Some really great lines here, memories, personal impressions, painter artistry, ... all the hard stuff.
Beautiful piece, truly. It's still echoing in my mind.