Though nothing sharp can blur their outlines now,
Tentative brambled branches draw them near
To all the heaviness of life, but then allow
These flocks of wispy figures we hold dear
To pass as silhouettes. We think we see them there —
Their hands, black broadcloth vests, each smile we face
That we once knew; we stand and watch and stare;
They bow when shortened granite posts erase
Their names, so long incised. We are relieved
To see them dance within bright motes of sun.
They’ve come to welcome those who have believed.
The imminent reunion has begun.
Sally Cook is both painter and poet. Whether writing or painting, she keeps a sharp eye out for the psychological portrait. Her essays and poetry have been published in journals such as The Chimera, Chronicles, Contemporary Sonnet, Iambs & Trochees, Pivot, and The Formalist Portal. Look for her in the next issue of Light Quarterly. Cook’s review “Rhyming The Right”, of William Baer’s anthology “The Conservative Poets”, may be seen both in the current issue of The University Bookman and on its website.