Meditation on an empty field

Meditation on an empty field

The winter field’s as many colors as kinds of loss.
It gets no bigger but grows every year.

There’s still sweet green, scuffed gold, brown verging
On yellow. Things beneath with code for new color.

Where the digging root took deep hold, maple and oak:
Identifying grief is like recognizing trees in winter

In this season of missing. Look closely.
There are months to learn them all. The wind

through this one is my name, your voice.

Conversations (XXI) — to the lost ones

Conversations (XXI) — to the lost ones

Months into the journey the sign
at the arrival gate said Not Yet

The placard held by the limo driver
By the baggage check had no name

But we had a name for you
We do not know if you came again

Under another name if that was
Your only name the only chance for arrival

Or if you filtered like light filters
Into different rooms in every house

On the street in the town that would
Let light in we don’t know what became

Of that light because it lit us from within
And then was gone before we saw it

Conversations (XX) — to the emptiness

Conversations (XX) — to the emptiness

You remember the space between branches.
You remember being the last leaf.

You remember them slipping away in the wind
but the wand of the universe held you twisting.

You remember accepting the wind’s tongue
Making its voice the only voice others heard

And thought was yours.
And the wind’s tongue turned you over until

You were facing a different space between
Branches and saw twisting there one other

Leaf who had heard on stillest nights in early
Winter your true voice all along

Conversations (XIX) — to the new year’s messages

Conversations (XIX) — to the new year’s messages

The messages gathered overnight
In the tree outside my bedroom

Then woke me up before I knew I was
Hearing them. Fill my branches with birds,

With the starlings of your thought.
I will see that they are well fed, and my house

Shelters them from the worst of the winter
Wind. I will come outside to them

And stand in the bracing cold,
Resolute, and watch the new day.