THE PRESENCE OF HIS ABSENCE
| In delight and respect for their individuality, And plurality of their relationships, Is now himself a dissipation of molecules, A structure in my memory to float And interpenetrate throughout The insubstantial glistenings Which my knowingness manufactures To perceive the world. My ache of emptiness at his absence Sends beaming pain explosions Through each moment as I exist Without him. |
My son, whose eyes captured stars
