Silence Deep as the Bone at the Bottom of the Skull

This is an old one (not the same husband, for example) but slated for the 2nd collection, in the works. Courtesy of Beloit Poetry Journal.

Look at the candlelike

light from the cabin

the shadows of light on snow

my husband inside

the smoke rising up, the warmth

the fire a little machine.

This small world

how the astronaut felt

looking at earth

the only sanctuary

for as far around

as can be traveled to tonight.


One response to this post.

  1. Posted by Denise on June 9, 2010 at 9:23 am

    Nice poem! Couldn’t help but think about the calming silence of Winter. I wonder whether the sanctuary we call earth will endure.


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