And right at that moment, the sun rose and filled the gap in the tall strip mall sign beside the freeway—perfect and unmistakable, a great golden cross.
I listen and look
under the sun’s brass and even
into the moonlight, but I can’t hear
anything, I can’t see anything —
not the pale roots digging down, nor the green stalks muscling up,
nor the leaves
deepening their damp pleats,
nor the tassels making,
nor the shucks, nor…
so often i feel
my heart in my skin,
where one soul ends mine begins
CLEANING PIECE I
Write down a sad memory.
Put it in a box.
Burn the box and sprinkle the ashes in the field.
You may give some ashes
to a friend who shared the sadness.
CLEANING PIECE II
Make a numbered list of sadness in your life.
Pile up stones corresponding to…
Sometimes you’re just rushing to class, as usual, and you see your sister on the phone and you catcall to her, as usual, and then you find out that your sister is trying to say good-bye to your cousin Zab, and apparently you missed your mom’s text saying that Zab has decided to stop taking transfusions and will die very soon.
Sometimes you just have to hug your sister really tightly and then continue walking to class. Sometimes things are quick and heavy.