from I am going to walk toward the sanctuary (available from: Nepenthe Books, Via Dolorasa Press 701 East Schaaf Road Cleveland OH 44131-1227) There is this: the shadows moving on the stones at the bottom of the pool; how different the body of the insect striding on the membrane between light and dark. * Take this stone, stone's mother stone's father stone child, cool in your palm. * Grandfather, there are students for your bones. They have held them, seen the places of attachment; seen the breaks and the healings. Flesh is gone, warm muscle, brown eye, white hair; your bones, I might have held them for a moment, held one, laid against my cheek and set it aside well used, let go, untied, loosened, windswept, open, clean. |