the onlyes power is no power…
Riddley Walker
November asters sway in gentle breeze
like princes of a church hoping
some spirit will descend
on fingers caressing
what is not yet
there. They could learn from drab-dressed sparrows
perched close to heaven who have been
speaking in tongues since sunrise,
their only power knowing they have wings
and a great wind that will hold them
when the bough gives way.
