Wired

 

Installation / Poetry

Presented by

Historic Santa Fe Foundation

 

Installation 

Poem   The Departed

                                                                          

 

absence in the departed

wind rakish and cruel

 

creak of ice  lumbering melt

bleak faltering moan of sky

 

a whale cow mourns at sea and I

keep looking for someone to cry with

 

in blistering blizzard  a colony of penguins

circle their young

turn in slow motion against the gale

 

and I weep  body

bent in some infinite

ache  horizon of black

ocean touching sky

 

buoyed by weight

weight of a great sadness

 

torched and turning globe

             hearts gone mad

 

nothing but absence

                         absence that opens the eye

 

that blade of remembrance

                      how it turns

 

the nothing over again

                           into a leaf

 

or stone

             or reed

                           or shell