Regarding Tools, Sub Rosa Revisited

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Sub Rosa

[Norma photo]

As I, under
Rose shadow,
Worked my ass
Off years ago,
Old foundations
Crumbled --oh, we
Mumble explanations:
Surely age and weather
Exact a toll together
On farmhouses
And fools --a new
Physique, more
Room back there
For tools

Touch

Where time
Expands space,
We touched hands,
Joined ways
And to that 
Touch entrusted
All our days.

With Love and Admiration to All Mothers

(1915-2001)

                                                                  

When her hearing went,
She often said,"I can hear you
But  can't tell what you're saying."
At her kitchen table
We watched a storm pound
Over the old  olive orchard.
Sunlight fled the field,
Crossed the creek and
Dark filled the window,

Then lit blinding blue

With thunder to the bone.
When the room unrattled
She laughed, "I heard that.
I just couldn't tell what it said."
I wish again  her hearing
had been better because
I'd love to know.