By Paul Hetherington
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Solitude, the plum tree, some sense of who we are— nothing is distinct or wholly of itself as if the floating sky has changed its place with us and we are only visions or distant, obscure dreams that some grounded watcher imagines in the clouds.
I smooth my dress and wipe the benches, wash the dusty cloth. All seems watched, as if God’s staring eye lights up the house and radiates the crops. I’d wipe them clean of earth, too, if I could, wipe quite clean the dusty, dirty world of all its rough and blemished wear and soil and make it shine, and hold it at my heart— cleansed, it would at last be Godly-strong and I its matron, gathering it in arms. 50 Thirty-one: Katherine Katherine lifts the bread bin’s lid and finds the crusty loaf. She gouges with her fingers into the moistness, pulling free a handful, pushing it into her mouth, and the taste shivers in her as a small ecstasy.
On each new-made morning I hope that things will turn to what they were; they don’t. There’s snow in her, I’m cold. I work from hazy light when the moon’s still up, to dying, staring dusk. I hope, and cannot say what I hope. I wait. The fire in our stove is lit by Katherine now. It smokes, sometimes it dies. ❧ 44 I held my daughter tight when she was only five on the bull’s tense back, and everything I knew seemed caught within this act— her life, my pride, her mother’s anxiety and fear, and I wouldn’t halt our game even when the bull began to canter forward.
Blood and Old Belief: A Verse Novel by Paul Hetherington