Given And I carried to that emptiness between us the birds that had been calling out all night. I carried an old bicycle, a warm meal, some time to talk. I would have broughtthem to you soonerbut was afraid your ownhopelessness would keep you crouched there. If you spring up, let it not be against me but like a weed or afountain. I grant youthe hard spine of yourchildhood. I grant you the frowning arc of this morning. If I could I would grant you a bright throat and evenbrighter eyes, this whole hillof olive trees, itscalmness of purpose. Let me not forget ever what I owe you. I have loved the loveyou felt for those gardensand I would grant youthe always steadying presence of seeds. I bring to that trouble between us a bell that mightblur into air. I bring the woodsand a sense of what lives there. Like you, I turn to sunlight for answers. Like you, I am not sure where it has gone. Copyright © 2013 by Joanna Klink. Used with permission of the author. |
About This Poem "The poem is addressed to a close friend. Several decades into our friendship we become terribly estranged from each other--and I wanted to see if I could reach her in the poem, and I wanted to wish her well." --Joanna Klink |
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