BLUE STAG

Power (for Mom)

Shower soapy
a black moth frantic
drifts blunders into the hot stream
universe of form foam washed
slack away
sucked into a drain.

Panic,
loss,
a shiny blue stag leaps the road
thunders off.

Wheel of winds.
Blown
on.

Blowing about
a restless a dissatisfied self tied
tangleknots back of the round
gram grandkid’s noggins theirs knotted like hers
first AM I am
lying back so long this way I can’t I can’t move
that way dear see rollover, can you? I’ll fluff it up.
And then when she died some rueful sparrows flew upward.

Do you expect me to wallow here in this pool of mess?
I can’t bare bear to be disappointed again.

Give me my sons suns! Father, husband, the men in my life.
Give it back to me my moonlit wilderness lunacy suffused
blue cross-eyed and naked in the fresh pillow of grasses.
Everything I lost ever since.
Come into me now upward upward I have been a pissed-off lover all this dream
loss grabbed out my heart.

Finally! I go to see my laughing husband after all these missing years,
my sleeping filled with the jubilant echo of his shout.