Monday, January 9, 2017

Find Me by Diana Decker

Someone will find me
as I found Helen
bent over a long cold cylinder of ashes
her last cigarette.

Find me
as she found her father
dressed for the day and seated
in sallow dignity.

Find me
as she found her husband
his deep song, his long breath
in eternal fermata.

Find me
as a stranger found her son
my father
bent over the 23rd Psalm in cold prayer
in the driver’s seat of his running car
on the dark shoulder of a desert road.

Find me
and take it for your own:
decaying devastation
wincing memory
comfort

Because I intend only to comfort
when I tell you that someone
someone
will find you, too.






Diana Decker's poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Crab Creek Review, Verdad, Silver Birch Press, Poppy Road Review, deLuge Journal, Smoky Blue Literary and Arts Magazine, Mothers Always Write, and KY Story’s anthology Getting Old. She writes and sings on the little farm that she shares with her husband.

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