"More Than Halfway," Edward Hirsch

[ninasafiri.livejournal.com]

I’ve turned on lights all over the house,
but nothing can save me from this darkness.

I’ve stepped onto the front porch to see
the stars perforating the milky black clouds

and the moon staring coldly through the trees,
but this negative I’m carrying inside me.

Where is the boy who memorized constellations?
What is the textbook that so consoled him?

I’m now more than halfway to the grave,
but I’m not half the man I meant to become.

To what fractured deity can I pray?
I’m willing to pay the night with interest,

though the night wants nothing but itself.
What did I mean to say to darkness?

Death is a zero hollowed out of my chest.
God is an absence whispering in the leaves.

Comments

[sweetgingertea.livejournal.com]

I love this!

[tea-drinker77.livejournal.com]

Thank you - not quite halfway yet (I hope!) but have been having some similar thoughts and feelings since my father's death.