deluge
i stop
& nod
to the cement-truck
driver……crossing
the farm to market
road…….—huge tumbler
…..rolling
I think…….about
ingredients:
shells
shale
limestone
too much
or
too little
causes
—disintegration
how many roads
we’ve travelled
~
the day…….you
announced:
i’ve joined the army
how i thought
this………might
harden……you
how it did:
pills for rage
pills for sleep
pills for pain
~
too much
………for years
you wouldn’t
look up
your back
to every wall
~
have you…..ever
prayed
for rain
for a job
for a soul
~
today…….you call
full
overflow
of the old…….you
the one…….i knew
mama
i want
to tell you
i have
so many
ideas
~
I think…….about
intersections:
of faith
of mistakes
how i
came to
call you
my son
by making one
~
I think…….about
the time…….you
& i………prayed
…….for our lives
—perpendicular
…..roads
in front of
the cement plant
that day
the tornado
turned up
trucks
only yards
from us
~
how we shook
how the deluge
(almost) overtook
how we bow
to a god
neither of us
understands
d. ellis phelps’ poetry, art, and essays appear most recently or are forthcoming online and in print in The Enchantment of the Ordinary; Texas Poetry Calendar 2019; Poets & Dreamers: Dreamers and Displaced Issue; & Voices de La Luna. She is the author of Making Room for George, a novel and of the blog formidableWoman. She is co-founder and animating director of the poets for peace, San Antonio reading series. recently serving as managing editor for the inaugural anthology of that group, The Larger Geometry: poems for peace (peaceCenter Books, 2018).
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