from my unpublished second collection
The road is impassable, a shelf on the side of a mountain the wind keeps sweeping clear to fill with possessions for the new year: fresh snow, and the North Country light
that Polaris, king of hunger and the shivering animals, king of branches that snap in the cold, sends as its indifferent benediction.
King of men who slip on the ice and lie there, deliciously warm. Wonder for things that meant so much the subject never came up.
A handful of nutmeg, essence of pine, a candle burning in the window. Essence of you, my father, on the porch in your pjs and slippers, unwilling to come in.
Stiller of Atoms, you lay your palm on our foreheads as if they were burning with fever, nightmares, as if that were an act of kindness.
You lay your palm on Polaris, king of distances we may not cross and will never understand. You quiet the wind.
Hush, Little One, none of us are lost. We are all still here. None of us are ever lost. None of us are going to leave you.
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First published in Ploughshares
Selected by the Penn Center for the Book Public Poetry Project to be made into a poster that was distributed to schools, libraries, cultural centers, and cafes throughout Pennsylvania.
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