When I try to understand
what you are now
I cup small bowls of air
and peek in my hands wondering
if I am holding a small part
of what holds you.
Then I wonder if perhaps
you are bigger, vast
as the night sky and I drive
fast along country roads
with one arm out the window
waving up and down.
What It Takes
Breech Birth, 1959
A Few Words For January
Goodbye to Room 1116
Staying In
The Balance Tipped
What Continues on Sundays
After Your Death