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.
* * *
“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 
lovely, I can feel your words and just love your readings. Adds the true feeling and author’s touch that can really express through tone and familiarity the depth of the work. Thank you. I have not been on this site for a long time and have missed your work. I am happy to be back and look forward to reading so much more of your wonderful poetry.
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Thank you so much! And welcome back.
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BRAVO, SIR
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Thanks very much!
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Thank you – a stirring (therapeutic) listen.
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Thank you, Jazz! I’m glad the poem was therapeutic for you. That shack was a refuge, and I probably averaged 4-6 hours a day in it for nearly six years, hiding from the world. I don’t miss it. 🙂
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I’ll also agree, very good reading of this one, adds to the words.
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Thanks very much, Frank. I believe that poems should be read aloud.
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