You gather out of mind’s mist

almost close

enough to touch

we know you

without faces    wonder

what dreams you dream

through days

without time    time

without end

it is not that we

would call you

back    you

cushion us against

the loneliness    neutralize

the days that snap

into night

you are illusive

leaning forward    looking

back    a trick

of light    a bit

of something very like


how cold these hands

that reach to hold

your memory    how weak

the threads we thought

to weave

around the years

in prayers

we set you free to move

through light

to life and beg you

to forgive us

our sorrow

Susan A. Katz

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