Tuesday, August 01, 2006

A Split in the Water

Your son, beneath, gasps;
lets out something like
Your name but
forgets. Bones crack.
Lights from town reflect off clouds.

The Toyota stands there
a diver caught mid-dive, just beginning to crack
the water surface.

Your son coughs
again and opens his white eyes.

His empty child’s gaze is spread out
among the roadside crab grass.

You slip off his shoes,
thinking you ought to.

The last slow sigh
from the engine winds down, sloughs off sound
as if sinking between that split in the water.

2 Comments:

Blogger Diptherio said...

Loved it.

I would have used "crack" instead of "split" in the last line though. I'm into repitition, though, so maybe to disagree.

Um...witness anything traumatic lately?

August 13, 2006 5:55 PM  
Blogger iHabitus said...

No trauma. I penned this a while ago, but it had a really wordy, abstract ending. I was going through this phase...

Anyway, thanks for the praise. I really appreciate it.

It's one of those poems like the cello poem that suprises me in how much I like it. It's nice to have created something that pleases the me. I do that often with cookies, but rarely with poems.

August 16, 2006 1:37 PM  

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