What can YOU say in six sentences?
He’d lift me, I remember, toward the stars and ground me again. He’d lift me high enough to tickle God’s foot and set me down on the morning dew grass so I could be humbled by the little creatures now tickling my feet and he’d smile the whole damn time.
II. Il Figlio
I cradle our sleeping son and the picture book lies like a wigwam in the open field his brown bed covers make in the setting sun of his nightlight. The hills and valleys forged by the curves of his body must be hell for tired buffalo trying to find a nice spot to lie.
III. Lo Spirito Santo
Why do you depart from me, boy? Did I not give you enough of the world that you’d leave me here crippled by your scorn?