rays melt
into the blue light
of another heaven
 
        *
 
wind washed
water melts anew
on the blue horizon
 
        *
 
birds
of another day
have joined
for morning prayers
 
        *
 
looking east
the pages turn
to the wind
where all the blind
begin to see
 
        *
 
jigsaw night
among the red and blue—
once more I'm

I left the cemetery that April day And drove to the old farmhouse Where I’d grown up. Dead leaves shattered As I walked around the house I hadn’t seen in twenty years The tree branch that had held the rope swing, The grassy space by the woods where I’d played… Still there. The trees, just beginning to show new leaves Let more light reach the ground than under summer’s Dense canopy of green Broken beer bottles, left by hunters, I guessed, lent sparks of light To the dried leaves that had piled up for years Shards of broken glass hung from the frame Of my old bedroom window Paint had worn