Friday, December 26, 2014

Dana Wildsmith: "Evening Song with Max"

Nightly after supper this boy
naps on my lap
for an hour, his flopsy body
weighty and warm as a new robe;
both of us heavy-headed,
our bellies full as prayer lists,
breathing in turn
like pewmates in an evensong choir;
his breath, my breath,
sustaining the tone,
helping a peaceable night come on.

"Evening Song with Max" by Dana Wildsmith. Text as published in Our Bodies Remember (Sow's Ear Press, 1999), used here with permission of the poet. In addition to her website, visit her blog.

Art credit: "Black and white portrait of old man sitting on armchair with small dog sleeping on lap," photograph by Carlos Ciudad Trilla, uploaded January 31, 2010.

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