Poem: An Avalanche
She can’t close her eyes
but to see him floating
hair caught with ice,
anchored to this heart break like a star.
Her hands clamp shut silent pleas
of ‘if only’s’.
To heave up the unforgivable-
that one day
her heart,
would still
all songs of charity.
Someone else, dear God,
someone else.
She crouches down
bent low by disbelief.
Searches for him in photos
and stick figured cards
carefully signed.
She sleeps with his sweater
wrapped round her indigo grief.
Oh, little boy,
let her just see you,
hold you,
warm you,
in this rock-songed culvert
where her cries
come back
like the coal black crows
stilled
on this soft bed of snow.