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
desire
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