POETRY

FOR MY SON

By

Charles Bane Jr

I will not waiver or protest

that the wait is hard to bear;

The parent-to-be is patient

for the child he cannot see, knowing

that eternity is rounding unknown

seas to fishing nets. My

beloved, I wait. I stand upon

the beach, my arms are wide, you

must swim to the sound of me

and lights undreamed. We shall be

coins of sides alike and sleep together

in the shade. You are the growing

length of me that lays

upon a floor of leaves

and says, there is no end to light

or closing of the day. There are only

clarions that pierce the dark

with mirror songs like these.

OH I THOUGHT

By

Charles Bane Jr

Oh I thought

you were gone,

but then I solved

the algebra in the

memory of stars

and knew you still

breathed. I couldn’t

bear leaving

your fired soul.

If you’d decreased in

luminosity, imagine

the ferocious eternity

blinding me always

following every

stream, every worshiper

on his knees or

accelerating at abnormal

speed at CERN

to grasp your reality.