Lessons

Tips of fingers tapping tapping
tapping at unyielding wheel;
mom’s exasperation: where is he?
Static engine, waiting watch,
a sigh that sounds like winter…
Dad, inside, cursing to the mirror
at his crooked tie, crooked shave, crooked
spirit. A vein pumps full.
We’re late for church:
My father taught me to be
early.

A humble, cautious captain
traces ovals in the air;
asserting everything is cyclic.
Raptured classroom, cradled book,
a love that looks like light…
We, thirsty, lapping at the wisdom
of his gifted wink, gifted way, gifted
spirit. An eye widens.
I’m suddenly sighted:
Dr. Meanor taught me to be
self-aware.

The crashing ocean of her eyes
forced to fight unwanted foe;
voices voices endless voices.
Fervent prayer, concerto call,
a fear that tastes like ice…
I, abandoned, clawing at the question
of her tired brain, tired blood, tired
spirit. A soul ascends.
Buddha’s applause:
Gina Rose taught me to be
grateful.