Jonathan Finch
(Sunday, March the 10th, 1985, a spontaneous abortion after 32 days)
Dear lost one
Wherever you may be, in clouds
Or in the gaps of earth
We cannot know or tell but reach you
Too sorry to wet with tears the startled air
Which is your home.
From blood and darkness and that dawn
Please hear us, little one,
For you could never hear
And who you are we cannot know or say,
But in your home of air
Where guilt and blame support you,
In the most innocent tumult of the clouds
We cry to you, although we cannot
Know or see or hear…
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(from “The Light Of Day (I)”)
