November hymnal (22)

November hymnal (22)

So, after gratitude: the third part of autumn.
Questions without punctuation

Like love poems which will find answers only
When they reach the wrong person

In another language. Then the late slant
Of sun appears to end a sentence

Without words. No hope of early release.
The moon is balanced on the sky’s highest

Tent pole, just above the bear on the bicycle.
But nobody sees the bicycle. Suddenly

In the night’s back third we’re all up there
Clutching the ring to our parachutes

In the diffident cold, like all the stars
And no less courageous for it, our panic

Making a shape for strangers
Holding hands below.

5 thoughts on “November hymnal (22)

  1. OnMyFeet

    Reblogged this on On My Feet and commented:
    More wonderfulness from @jeffschwaner
    “Questions without punctuation
    Like love poems which will find answers only
    When they reach the wrong person
    In another language…”

    Reply
  2. Chris Furst

    I love this: “The moon is balanced on the sky’s highest
    Tent pole, just above the bear on the bicycle.
    But nobody sees the bicycle.”

    Happy Thanksgiving to you and Mary and the kids!

    Reply
      1. Chris Furst

        We did. We got together at the house of friends, some from grad school days. It got down to zero but it was beautiful to see the moon on the snow. How was your Thanksgiving?

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