I pick up a rock on the lakeshore,
a riverstone the glacier left,
now cleft perfectly down the middle,
a notch at one end.
This is how one feels,
half a self,
bereft.
We are here,…
ONE
If a week is a long time in politics, how long is eleven-and-a half years?
Long enough, I’d say.
Long enough, almost, to forget there is another way of governing; that holding sway is not the same thing as leading a people; that…
I—Too much summer too close to home
Warm days in mid September.
Each year summer comes early
and each year we forget and
say what happened to the spring?
as though we ever had spring
on the sandstone…
