1/23/2022 – 1/30/2022 Weekly Poem – At Thomas Merton’s Grave – by Spencer Reece

At Thomas Merton’s Grave
by Spencer Reece

We can never be with loss too long.
Behind the warped door that sticks,
the wood thrush calls to the monks,
pausing upon the stone crucifix,
singing: “I am marvelous alone!”
Thrash, thrash goes the hayfield:
rows of marrow and bone undone.
The horizon’s flashing fastens tight,
sealing the blue hills with vermilion.
Moss dyes a squirrel’s skull green.
The cemetery expands its borders—
little milky crosses grow like teeth.
How kind time is, altering space
so nothing stays wrong; and light,
more new light, always arrives.


Poems of the Week for The Monarch Writers.com

are chosen by our resident poet Jennifer Patino of ThistleThoughts.com

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