ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 3
ALMOST A YEAR SINCE MY MOTHER DIED
some restless leaves fill the air
with their shifting traffic
I look for a sorrow I think I must have
misplaced so necessary does it seem
to follow on certain losses
someone somewhere is having a hurricane
here the leaves let loose of their twigs
and stirred by the wind come to earth
gently like birds landing
offshore the hurricane stirs the deep for monsters
but we have only this next layer of leaves
washing down to feed the soil
a natural thing like the progression:
"I have parents" "I have a mother" "I..."