Tuesday, June 1, 2021

Wild by Terence McCaffrey

We emerge
from the pause
of days
in muted wonder,
start passing
an hour
in purposeless
around the local
farm. You sprint
along the line
of early
chokecherry trees,
the new sun
strong, the old
trail fresh. Laugh
like birds
that want to
be noticed.
And it’s easy
to notice you
because we’re
finally out
of the house.
Forgive me.
You have my gaze
now. Go, burst
forth across
this afternoon.
Eat what you can
of the wide,
true sky.
And if I speak,
don’t listen.

Terence McCaffrey’s poems have appeared in Connecticut River Review, Freshwater, Right Hand Pointing, and elsewhere. He received a M.A.L.S. degree in Humanities from Wesleyan University and a B.A. from the University of Hartford where he was the recipient of the Phyllis B. Abrahms Award in Fiction. He lives with his wife and two children in West Simsbury, CT.

No comments:

Post a Comment