Archives for the month of: November, 2009

On the eve of my birthday I think about my family and remember the past, particularly my parents. I am older now than they were on the nights that comprise this memory and this image.
The City of Childhood: I

in the summer we lay at night
on blankets in my grandmother’s yard
in the dark night filled
with stars stars and fireflies
night sounds of breezes and passing cars
long shadows on the lawn

we lay there
my mother my father and I
with my grandmother
and some of the men
who rented rooms

we lay there on the grass
on blankets and old quilts
resting there between the earth
and the night sky
the sky dark and solemn
bejeweled with stars

caught and held then as now
by the slow silent spin
of time and love