Blackbirdan online journal of literature and the artsSpring 2018  Vol. 17 No. 1
an online journal of literature and the arts
 print preview

Making Shore

When they talk of those who are here only in spirit
they are speaking of my father

he is in Vancouver tonight and not at La Peña
cheering the release of Fernando Gonzalez from prison

barrel hitch, timber hitch, blood knot to mend a broken line

the Cuban Five are free and back in Havana
my father is with them
in his seafaring apartment
where he comes in and out with brine
and a rusted anchor
no one will cut the rigging

when a stranger comes to the door, I don’t answer
it’s either a neighbor or a church lady
come to tell me that I can believe in science
and still be a Seventh-day Adventist

opiate of the masses—cool my veins, numb my heart
lift me from here—alpine butterfly
bowline, water knot, clove hitch

I carry bags home from the store
sit out on the porch
listen to his voice on the answering machine

he says, you are never home  

return to top