To remember you’re alive
visit the cemetery of your father
at noon after you’ve made love
and are still wrapped in a mammalian
odor that you are forced to cherish.
Under each stone is someone’s inevitable
surprise, the unexpected death
of their biology that struggled hard, as it must.
Now to home without looking back,
enough is enough.
En route buy the best wine
you can afford and a dozen stiff brooms.
Have a few swallows then throw the furniture
out the window and begin sweeping.
Sweep until the walls are
bare of paint and at your feet sweep
until the floor disappears. Finish the wine
in this field of air, return to the cemetery
in evening and wind through the stones
a slow dance of your name visible only to birds.
Jim Harrison SONGS OF UNREASON, Copper Canyon Press, 2011
Goodnight and God bless, Jim. May we all come visit you before heading home with our brooms and our wine.
Here’s the book link:-
Thanks to Rebecca Solnit on Facebook for steering us to this.
Palace Gate Counselling Service, Exeter
Counselling in Exeter since 1994