Archive for May, 2013

Glass


My mother in the kitchen
warm womb of the house.
All life’s problems solved here,
A confessional
I watch her mouth words
but no sound comes
Just the movement of her lips.
I ache to reach out and touch her face
to somehow re-connect to the body.
The body.
She carried me from one threshold to the next.
A distance between us to great to overcome
but still I try,
try to be the brave soldier boy of my childhood,
To fight a useless fight and yet still try to win.
It is no good, the barrier remains.
Her mouth moves, like a disembodied eel on a hook.
I don’t know what she is trying to say
and yet I know that those words
are the most important ones
Because they say.

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