Still Water Prose Poems

Copyright @ 1989 by Arthur Garfunkel
ISBN 0-525-24795-5
Used by persmission of Author - All Rights Reserved

68

Life is fixed in soulfire;
Only the physical fades away.

Today and the end-of-winter wind
bring tears to my weakening eyes.
The squinting of winter buds.
Do we renew?

I think of my father westering,
of his ancient watery eyes,
tremulous, brimming with sentiment.

As if to receive the eyecup,
I tilt my head and walk amid the film.
Then return to my room.
The gardenia plant has passed its bloom.
All is green.
The wink of spring.

Awash in wonder I water it,
awaiting the white again.



New York CityMarch 1986