or taking the diamond back to its fossil bones
or an oyster without the pearl’s grit
or flying before we knew that titanium flew
it’s all the right circumstances
separating this from that
constructing and deconstructing
the death of the mother
the pressure
caused me to write and I pray:
if it be diamonds
may I be rich
in understanding and forgiveness
if it be coal
let it warm and light
the journey
if it be pearls
may they be
of wisdom
anything so I can understand
how sadness heavier than any air
can be a blessing
yet in some ways
it is
© Harry Calhoun 2010
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Harry Calhoun's poetry, articles and essays have been widely published. He is the author of an online chapbook, Dogwalking Poems, a trade paperback, I knew Bukowski like you knew a rare leaf, and the recently-published The Black Dog and the Road. He has appeared in The Chiron Review, Chiaroscuro, The Centfigugal Eye, Bird’s Eye reView and Monongahela Review, amongst others. His website can be found here.
Harry Calhoun's poetry, articles and essays have been widely published. He is the author of an online chapbook, Dogwalking Poems, a trade paperback, I knew Bukowski like you knew a rare leaf, and the recently-published The Black Dog and the Road. He has appeared in The Chiron Review, Chiaroscuro, The Centfigugal Eye, Bird’s Eye reView and Monongahela Review, amongst others. His website can be found here.
