The Circle - by
My boy is painting outer space,
and steadies his brush-tip to trace
the comets, planets, moon and sun
and all the circuitry they run…
sons
Personal History: For My Son - by
for my son
/
/ O my heart is the unlucky heir of the ages
/ And my body is unwillingly the secret agent
/ Of my…
Gap Year - by
Gap Year
/ (for Mateo)
/
/ I
/ I remember your Moses basket before you were born.
/ I’d stare at the fleecy white sheet for days, weeks,
/ willing…
Small Boy Writing - by
My little son beside me shapes his letters,
/ a tremulous M, a not-quite-meeting O,
/ sticking them with his breath down careful pages,
/ row…
The Marble Quarry - by
For the second time in fifty years
/ I come to the Marble Quarry.
/ Last time, a boy, I came with my father.
/ Now…