When Flowers Were I n Bloom

When Flowers Were I n Bloom

Sunday

Tonight I'm An Orphan


Tonight,
I miss standing on the curve
of the world,
feet planted in dark earth,
moist between my toes,
and Coyote calling a shivering,
a lilting moon
dissolving in God's mouth.


Tonight,
I miss the fields,
hoe in hand,
sparrowhawk rippling the sphere,
and light spinning infinite.

Tonight,
I miss the terrestrial being
who understood
we are sons and daughters
of the universe
and spirit air we breath.

In the city of big shoulders
the world does not curve,
my feet are uprooted,
light is finite.

Tonight, I miss being your son, father.
Tonight, I miss being your son, mother.
Tonight, I am an orphan
dissolving
in God's mouth.

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