Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Waving Good-Bye By Gerald Stern

I wanted to know what it was like before we
had voice and before we had fingers and before we
had minds to move us through our actions
and tears to help us over our feelings,
so I drove my daughter through the snow to meet her friend
and filled her car with suitcases and hugged her
as an animal would, pressing my foread against her
walking in circles, moaning, touching her cheek,
and turned my head after them as an animal would,
watching helplessly as they drove over the ruts,
her smiling face and her small hand just visible
over the giant pillows and coat hangers,
as they made their turn into the empty highway.