Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Standing Under the Blue Bridge
by T.L. Stokes
If you must take me away
in the blue heron's gray coat.
He always comes above me,
surprisingly uninvited,
makes my loneliness jump and quiver
to see him again.
He is my totem I never asked for,
never was assigned.
I just know with glory
and a certainty
he is my great, great grandfather,
he is a piece of God,
he is the inside lid of the omen-maker.
When he claps
those great bridges together,
I am dead,
I am born.
If you must, take me away
this way,
when evening is still virgin and silent.
first published in Snow Monkey,
by Ravena Press
c2011 T.L. Stokes (all rights reserved)
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I wish he would take me too under his gray coat, and show me, just a small piece of God.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. This is like a whisper, after reading the poem...you hear someone in the back of the room say these words.
ReplyDeleteThank you for posting this. Can I add your words to the poem with credit to you? Email and let me know: Floodwaterphotography@gmail.com.
You can use my words, for they are true and I trust they will be in like company? 'Ere a small piece of God is all, just to know Her.
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