I was going through my “important documents” which happen to be stored near a window. Obviously, I need to move them. These include my SS card, passport, and birth certificate. Among them, I found this poem and one or two others, plus an essay. I finally found the poem on my hard drive. Here it is. (Looking at how it showed up on the blog, the stanza breaks didn’t appear, but I’m not going to fuss with it. WordPress…grrrr…….
IN HIS MEMORY
Joseph Coleman Casey
February 26, 1958 – August 19, 2003
Slithering like a fish,
the dead man slipped into heaven
while my eyes were turned.
When I looked back
I saw the arms of evergreens
reaching out to an eclipsed star,
familiar as beachy sands
and a stone that skipped over my grief,
hissing, popping, then breaking
under waves’ surfaces–
God knows where it went–
leaving a white, smooth rigging
once touched by storm,
then whitewashed until only
a conspicuous sediment remained.
Raindrops kiss window panes,
glide like scree,
embrace earth at last
then sink deep and steamily rise again,
filling my breath and holding me
within an angerless shroud
that protects and suckles
until I can almost feed myself,
yet hunger for more.
your spirit creeps ever forward;
I cherish fullness for a moment,
remembering the day in February
when the Artist seized his brush
and spat out blazing hues upon the world,
in praise of God.