Sisters when

 

Last night my sisters called me

to the waters, I sang and asked my sisters to take me. 

I said, sisters, tell me your stories, show me charity.

I asked, sisters, where have you been? Did you go to the mountains of Egypt? 

Visit the forests of Peru?

Climbed to the top of the world at the end 

of the world?  

What have you witnessed? Who witnessed you? 

What tethers us? What liberates us?  

Are you back now in the arms of our Mother?

What reward did you get for your lonely days?

Have you changed out of your traveled garb?

Are you free now?   

Sisters, when? 

 

when can I go? 

Lent

1.

2.

                             If I were

to write

a poem, I would dedicate it like this:

For my brother who lived as if he

was Christ

and died

like him,

his mother

also cling-

ing to his

legs des

perate t

o save

my child

f r o

m t

his pain.

3

The last time we met, I wrote you a poem. 

This time, you gave me a poem. Fair enough.  

Justice

is an eye for an eye

line for line

everything reflected back,

the window, the table, the chairs, the bed,  

where you walked in-to 

thinking it was a way out,

of these shadows and silhouettes. 

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