finalmente

Hola, España!

prolepsis

 I don't know 

If it has been 

my sanity taken 

away or if is 

the silence of 

God muting me --

the day goes away

evening comes

I haven't a thought

nor any desire

to move or speak

a corpse in a copse

gentle sway of branch

whisper of root beneath

earth welcoming home

eremitic pathway

 When I stayed

With the Trappists

Thirty years ago

I de-accessed books

From their library

In the silent room

Each removal took me

Into mined mind, near

flowing laura by Shenandoah

upon being, asked

Friend’s father dies

Some fire-light through

Night to clear his way