a Holocaust survivor
tortured yet again
by TV news coverage
of her grandchild's suicide
she kneels
in the spangled grass
listening deeply
to the opening hymn
of a monarch chrysalis
he is fading
his teenaged daughter
keeping vigil
paints his toenails
while he sleeps
moonbeam quills
through our windows
transcribing
the grammar of shadows
into the poetry of light
we walked
through the waterfall
in moonlight
behind veils of grace
the nakedness of mountains
the slow spin
of one maple seed
d r i f t i n g
in a downward spiral
another runaway child
a dreamcatcher
hangs above our bed
in that thin place
we are lingering between
hanging on and letting go
(note: "thin place" refers to the sacred space between heaven and earth)
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