larryhammer | "faith is both the prison and the open hand / bells on low on high / ring for Augustine tonight"

Missed Poetry Monday last week because I was in the hospital waiting to have a kidney stone removed. So here's a belated High Holiday poem:

Yom Kippur, Taos, New Mexico, by Robin Becker

I’ve expanded like the swollen door in summer
to fit my own dimension. Your loneliness

is a letter I read and put away, a daily reminder
in the cry of the magpie that I am

still capable of inflicting pain
at this distance.

Like a painting, our talk is dense with description,
half-truths, landscapes, phrases layered

with a patina over time. When she came into my life
I didn’t hesitate.

Or is that only how it seems now, looking back?
Or is that only how you accuse me, looking back?

Long ago, this desert was an inland sea. In the mountains
you can still find shells.

It’s these strange divagations I’ve come to love: midday sun
on pink escarpments; dusk on gray sandstone;

toe-and-finger holes along the three hundred and fifty-seven foot
climb to Acoma Pueblo, where the spirit

of the dead hovers about its earthly home
four days, before the prayer sticks drive it away.

Today all good Jews collect their crimes like old clothes
to be washed and given to the poor.

I remember how my father held his father around the shoulders
as they walked to the old synagogue in Philadelphia.

"We're almost there, Pop," he said. "A few more blocks."
I want to tell you that we, too, are almost there,

for someone has mapped this autumn field with meaning, and any day
October brooding in me, will open to reveal

our names—inscribed or absent —
among the dry thistles and spent weeds.

Disclaimer: I am not Jewish, but I live in a Reform Jewish-observing household. Also, I am not in Taos, but I live in the state next-door. And yes, doors do swell and tighten during the summer rainy season.

---L.

Subject quote from "Augustine," Vienna Teng.

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cmcmck

Stones?

Poor you- I hope the removal went okay.

I am not Jewish either but my maternal great grandmother was- she came from Riga in Latvia.

larryhammer

Single stone -- same one that put me in the ER two months ago. This was the third and worst attack since then, and not only had it not moved, it had doubled in size, so it was time to catheter in and yank it out. Am much, much, much better now, though my bladder is still complaining a little about the abuse.