To Terah

And so we wander, in grief, towards the sun... is she rising, or setting?... How fragmented is our life, if not our reason for living?... How could I have known that such tears


would fall...


For days I prayed
For the right way
To pull covers and eternity

Over my head and dreams
would instead

Descend, in loving haze
A constellation daze

That would spell his name
Somewhere between Abraham

and home...

I never knew
how to bury you
Into a blinking sky

So now I will try

the ground.