So she comes in the night now to give you
her body to love, and what do you know
of love? You know the sky, you know the earth,
but nothing of the love she offers you
for nothing but your memory of her
to remain alive when she is quiet,
intent upon the law of survival,
that you live all your life to learn to love . . .
Abraham’s his name. From the hill country
in the middle of the Blue Ridge mountains.
What is he doing here if not for love’s
company? She chooses him for her own,
he follows, he sits, she stands, the picture
survives . . . Why was he given such a name?
(23 May 2011)
copyright 2011 by Floyce Alexander