By J.J. Tindall
Bronze Gilead
What sticks, sticks.
What sings,
sings.
Faith is the daughter
of a lilac
dusk,
a breach
of blues
with a bit
of bronze.
O yeah: I found
the mind –
and forgot
my life,
this long, strange
cage rife
with strangers.
Faith: every day
I find
a way,
a great song,
a kind word,
a deliriously
beautiful
face.
Grace, safe space,
this kind
of thing.
I find small,
fine lace
here in this semi-imaginary metropolis
littered with strong, silent post-
modern
extravaganzas, delirium
or terror
just a whisper away.
Each day
I find a new
face. I abhor
waste, I adore
silence.
I found the mind
waiting, wishing, wanting,
hissing. Then it paused
for grace:
my daughter
singing quietly
in the
lilacs.
–
J. J. Tindall is the Beachwood’s poet-in-residence. He can reached at jjtindall@yahoo.com. Chicagoetry is an exclusive Beachwood collection-in-progress.
Posted on October 8, 2007