Hem

by Christopher Raley

 

I finally saw you

in a photograph

in a book about you.

 

I love your art

and I love your stories

and I laugh at your big life

sometimes, though your life

is the sadness of a butcher.

 

Like water from a stream

poured out on the ground,

it is enough to know.

And knowing, to say: You

were, after all, very

 

human.

 

Advertisements
This entry was posted in Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s