Photo, Brian Federle: Desert Tree, Palm Springs, Dec. 2016.
After Christmas
life persists, though
the bare trees are
dancing with death,
their leaves ripped
from living flesh;
disincarnate,they wait
for the storm.
So how, then, can I endure?
I live that day every day,
clenched fists pounding
my penitent heart, crying
Mea culpa! Mea culpa!
What kind of a father am I,
absent at the hour of your need?
Oh, forgive me, my son!
Surely tomorrow
the rain will come.
(28 Dec. 2018)