TO YOU WHO DREAM
you live in no one’s shadow:
shadow your desire, the long line
of fathers & mothers who sang
that you might
sing & hear their voices dissolved in dust
still caroling your blood & eyes to be?
what lost father,
football coach, first love & panting hope,
what prophet howling in your home town,
from phonograph, what lines once spun
through living breath breathed anew
in yours when
you were alone in your bedroom,
with your shadow stalking you along
the wall & under
the full moon outside among bare trees
in the midnight breeze? what lovers
gave you tender dreams
that linger still upon your breath?
who’ll be shadowed by your shadow
& hear your voice
calling, waking him in his most silent moment,
long after you are dust & light?
what worlds will spin
in loves so spun, alive yet unforeseen?