Inside the bright orange of your eyes
embers of natural law
you held my daughter’s foot
remembering the wisdom of being seventeen—
Good shoes outlast summers.
You gave your right
arm in friendship
it waved back in smiles
Isis –
you carry a window
and your throne
in your left arm.
Opening—
your grandfather’s hands,
wood fleshed, four legs
and a sturdy back
Opening—
Van Gogh in yellow on terracotta
like a chair with a straw hat
watching suns flowering
opening into the skies
opening
into openings
within
all the way to—
who dares caring
when storms are closing
in?
Isis,
upon your throne
you raise your right
and locks tremble
embers of natural law
you held my daughter’s foot
remembering the wisdom of being seventeen—
Good shoes outlast summers.
You gave your right
arm in friendship
it waved back in smiles
Isis –
you carry a window
and your throne
in your left arm.
Opening—
your grandfather’s hands,
wood fleshed, four legs
and a sturdy back
Opening—
Van Gogh in yellow on terracotta
like a chair with a straw hat
watching suns flowering
opening into the skies
opening
into openings
within
all the way to—
who dares caring
when storms are closing
in?
Isis,
upon your throne
you raise your right
and locks tremble