ABUNDANT LIFE
Children huddled over fresh linoleum motionless as miniatures
on the corner shelf faculty staff freaked
outside the classroom running shouting
‘active shooter’. The third-grade teacher grips
scissors pressed to her chest behind the battle door of
innocence against the world coming to call.
Such dark distributed learning police
medics, Alcohol, Tobacco, and
Firearms in sight of the Office of Abundant Life.
Mimed weekly in classroom simulations
school leaders would forearm learners
against insensible reality not
invisible root wounds of the soul
that never can
stop
bleeding out.
CHINA STORY
He recalls the midsummer night’s lush thunderlight
Anhui Province soldier and pals patrolling
a fire tower an earthquake
pitching the old brick station trapped
in the dread rubble dark friends
consorting with death before he broke
free. Years later
he lives blood quickened by revenants’
hushed lament in twilight’s red dust settling
longs to leave for Kansas because he must
live free from airless brick-laid spaces
stubbled fields of grass he needs
broad enough for ghosts to breathe.
NAMESAKE
My grandfather whose cognomen I wear
through the world I am told percolated coffee
for all of a week. He felt each grain
part of ancestral Cracow
soil to hold dearly and so he did.
We called him dziadzi, silent
figure in a stone white bed smelling of
camphor, a piece of dried bread
between the sheets. Where coffee brews now
across the years from newer grounds I sip
muddied flavor of a Polish town.
DREAM’S BODY SPEAKS
I stumble under June moonshine over
salal shrubs rabbit brush clustered racemes
catch a verdant hand of forest moss padding
the damp branch of a hemlock peel
strips of bark for a small fire
liquorish fern feint breath of blackberry afloat
on the smoke. I drift inside
dream’s body bereft of daylight
wisdom of nothing less than everything –
specters of high strangeness deep obfuscation
argot of the soul. Try to understand
I’m showing you
something
of my life.