The evening is full of porch sounds,
\nchairs, tables, a family having supper,
\nnephews, nieces, a child,
\ngrandparents, couples.
\nRemarkably, each of these people
\nwas a special child,
\neach now, an unusual compliment
\nof career, accomplishment, hidden meaning.
\nHow does life come to pass around a table?
\nI feel the humid kiss of late October,
\nunusually warm.
\nWe have dinner as in spring or summer.
\nThe occasion of gathering
\nsimply as a family,
\none reason or another coming to pass
\nfor a moment,
\nfor a time when I see the evening
\nopening like an enchanted play.
\nA lotus of conflict and love and words.<\/p>\n
When I was a boy,
\non a boat bobbing on the bay,
\nwhen the sails of the Whistle Wing
\nlay like folded feathers,
\nand the gray horizon of the water
\npeered into my eyes,
\nI was alone with my family,
\nin a pearl of light.
\nIn a time disengaged from relentless wandering,
\nand I knew something would grow in me,
\na courage, a faith,
\nthat there is a place for spirits
\nwho shine with great intensity.
\nWho gather like the sparkle on the water,
\nwho live in cold fire
\nand belong to the eternity
\nof a great sky.
\nAnd gather as a family,
\nnow and then,
\nhere and there,
\nand include me among them,
\nleaving a place that is mine.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The evening is full of porch sounds, chairs, tables, a family having supper, nephews, nieces, a child, grandparents, couples. Remarkably, each of these people was…<\/p>\n