Wednesday, October 19, 2016

The Thin Line

For David Hernandez
A grandfather whose kindness I can never repay

The fires are lit to stave
Off first hoarfrost
The harvest in
With its scent of rot mingled
Amid sweetness
Overhead winged
Cry out in joyful unison
On their way home

Below crickets trill
Las Abuelas begin the story
Stitching us to the tapestry
Weaving our fate
Into the fragile web
Gossamer threads between
Being and non-being
Betwixt between
The thin line of here
And over there
Outside time
The fires are lit
For love and
Heart’s desire
Before extinquished
In final glory
And all is well

October 19, 2016
Tsegyalgar East


  1. Anonymous10:48 PM

    I saw your "FireMonkey" poem at Tseg and was blown away, did a search and found this page to my great delight. Looking forward to enjoying more of your work here. Bravo!

    1. Thanks for your generous response! One never knows if any of this makes sense

  2. defenitely it makes sense for us to have a chance to appreciate your powerful, mind shifting poetry. Not everyone can write people into open mind. You have that gift, taking us beyond words with words.