LOVE POEM TO A TREE
After he and I stayed too late at a party between parties, I said I was through with the fighting, for
there are too many fights
in this world. Say it to the tree, he said. The tree’s shadow quivered in the window like an orgasm
in the dark, and his hair was a wild
undersea flower, and I said to the tree, “I want to love you,” and he asked me to say it again, and
so I said, “I want to love you.”
Which I thought the same as telling him, because everything is connected. Then he went back
to Iowa. And I feel the empty
hiss between my shoulders. How difficult to speak to a world whose beauty reflects blank loss:
from the breakwaters, to the sand dunes,
to every face, wanting them to tell me he’d be back from the gold-choked cornfields. But none of
it replied. The world seemed a hollow
canyon without echo I’d call into for him. Until he’s back. Present in everything. Even that tree:
Now I can speak to you again—
I hate this earth for burying you standing up. Demand to know why. And so the glittering dunes
refuse to answer.
And so the deserted lobster pots on the docks refuse to answer, and the fishermen with skin like
old boxing gloves I’ve searched, hoping to find
yours underneath, refuse to answer. I keep saying, “I want to love you.” But words are impossible
to say to the one
who was never here. And so I kept saying, “I want to love you.” Until I came to love this strange
world. With or without you in it.
Published in the anthology, Double Lives, Reinventing Ourselves, and Those We Leave Behind, by Wising Up Press.
Copyright © 2009 by Maria Nazos. All Rights Reserved.