Pop Pop

I can't get rid of his breath
Like dream sleep but worse
 
Snakes are rising up from the earth
All these years I've been waiting to see them
 
And now they block the path
Sultry and steady and grounded
 
Dry dry earth
Dry still earth
 
Talk to your people up there
Tell them it's okay
He's ready
 
She wonders what's keeping him here
 
They say it's a gentle way to go
 
How much time does a drop of water buy
 
Then rain
After so much thirst
Rain
Paints the town green
Gray
Smells of change
 
They've finally left him alone
No shouts or laughter or chatter from the bedside
No ridiculous stories or mad cap reminders
We will be fine
I will take care of them pop
You don't have to do this anymore
 
I'm thinking about sugar skulls the children make on day of the dead
I'm thinking about the mouth
Free from teeth
From lips
Just a space for breath
Long labored breath
 
 
I'm thinking of the shape of the skull
Hairless, almost translucent
The white gray sheen
The tiny pulse that shakes at the base of your neck
The huge hollows of your closed eyes
Your big lovely eyes
 
The eyes of your grandchildren burst like summer storms
The eyes of your grandchildren hold that same tenacity
How to make something from nothing
The trucks rumble down the interstate
Jersey too is the color of a summer storm
All steel and pavement
Overgrown greens and sticky heat
One summer you show us the house on the shore
and I try to picture your strong, masculine

frame in one of those ridiculous

old fashioned swim suits
Baby blue stripes
A tight fitting tank
 
I see you and your brothers
Spill from the porch and
Race towards the sea
 
They've been calling your name
But you barely remember
They've been calling your name
But you're so far gone
 
The last one
The winner
The oldest
The richest
With the prettiest wife
 
She will learn to manage her own money
She will finally find a job she loves
 
How heavy can you be?  
 
Lightness
 
Lightness
 
The snakes burrow beneath
The tides recede
The sky will not stay this same gray

The death rattle is right in my frequency
Like the vibration of trucks
Rolling up the road
The way I fear earthquakes
Irrationally and at my core
 
Waiting for death is like
Waiting for birth
The monitor of a pulse
Quickening of breath
Water through a straw
From the overlook
You can see heaven
 
Poems are soft gods
Like pecans and peaches
Their texture and sweetness
 
A tree split in two and blackened by lightning

The delicate stalks of fireweed
A golden girl runs down the golden trail
Her golden and smiling dog
 
I wish I knew the names of more wildflowers
 
Next time I'll buy a book
Take a picture
Take a hike
Smell more roses
 
Gods grace is everywhere
 
Today my pictures are all out of focus
Eliana’s thick curls smell like this meadow
Solomon’s spine is this path
 
Scratch my back mama
Scratch my back
 
Some women have very low expectations for their men
 
Have you ever really paid attention to a cheekbone
 
A soft rain on the valley

Sometimes I hate the lines beneath my eyes
Sometimes I love them

Let’s draw Pop Pop’s

airplane in the sky

propellers and wings

Let’s draw Pop Pop’s

airplane in the sky

Poppy’s Plane

The Bitteroot mountains are the

cover of a doorstep pamphlet

Know Thy God

a swollen rainbow fading behind

angular and organized peaks

Your God flew planes over Belgian fields

the air heavy and gray

children safe in their beds

Your God was in the faces of babies and dogs

in the scent of Old Spice and the time

it takes for a proper shave

Your God was a car driving west

your teenage sons lanky legs flank

the front street, the truck stops and

open fields, mesas and vistas and

remarkable terracotta earth.

Your God was the green calm of a golf course,

the sound of a big band, all horns and tuxedos,

dapper and refined.  Your God was a good deal,

a salesman, an entrepreneur, wit and decision.

The face of your wife,

your daughter,

your granddaughter,

their particular and fleeting needs.

How high you’d fly for their happiness.

Your God opens her warm hands,

the star of David,

Fatima’s palm,

a yin yang of gold

the cross of Jesus

Your God opens her warm hand,

her breath soft like sunshine

Opens her hand and begins

to move you slowly upward,

you are so light

in her arms

and the green of the grass

washes over you

the blue of the Jersey shore,

the red of battles and bloodlines,

oranges of the west

and so many sunsets,

silver is your beloved

her years of dedication

her relentless and full love

pink of the children

their shouts and laughter

even at your bedside

their relentless movement,

yellow like your son and daughter

the golden flecks in their eyes,

there is no other love like this.

When you finally let go,

a stillness fills the room

and weight is lifted like a veil

So many years of living

between two worlds

as your mind slowly slipped

then words

then movement

until your strapping and

strong heart

is pushed

past the front steps of the

house by the sea

the brick and tree lined lane

of South Orange

an open airfield in Normandy

past the lots of Newark

and mountains of Montana

until your courage

begins to reach

beyond your frame

filling the skies with thunder

finally bringing the rain