To the Light Entering the Shack One December Evening
No prayers exit here, nothing
limits you. I never knew
before.
The pear tree’s ghost shudders.
Water pools in the depression of its absence.
For years I have wandered from shadow to
source, longing. Now, at rest,
you come to me and fear
evaporates. I would like to count
the smallest distraction.
I would like to disturb.
You are the name
I whisper
to clouds.
Will you leave if I open the door?
A carnival germinates in my body.
You are not death, but its closest friend.
Darkness parts, folds around you.
I close my eyes and observe.
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“To the Light Entering the Shack One December Evening” first appeared in Shantih in December 2016, and is included in my chapbook, From Every Moment a Second available through Finishing Line Press and Amazon.com.
O at the Edges 
Heavenly reading of a glorious poem Robert. Wonderful.
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Thank you, Jim. When you have a moment, could you send me a link to where I might purchase your latest? My recent uprooting has caused me to fall behind in just about everything…
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Great read! Thank you
Next time you’re pondering what to write about … please take “A carnival germinates in my body” and expand, expand, expand!! [Perhaps, in context, carnival implies some sort of ill health, but the line jumps out as worthy its own stage. So many possibilities!]
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Thanks, Jazz. I’m glad you like that line – it’s one that popped from nowhere into the poem, and I had to let it ferment for a while before deciding to keep it. I liked the multiple possibilities it offers. 🙂
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