My Father Returns as a Luna Moth
My father returns as a luna moth,
a green hand under the porch light.
He comes back as a tree frog on the kitchen window,
blown there by the storm overnight.My father returns as a red wasp
and the venom she sticks in my knee.
He sleeps in a paper capsule
of the nest under the eave.And back he comes as a file of old letters,
angry, commonplace, merry and grim,
airmail flimsy, stationery stiff,
from him to me, me to him.He returns as hymn tunes and cuff links,
a diamond pinky ring that won’t fit.
He looks out as the passage from Micah engraved
on his columbarium niche.“Do justice. Love kindness. Walk humbly.”
He’s there in a kiss with sealed lips.
He’s reborn as the o-gape of his last breath,
in the solar eclipse.One day his signs and wonders
may no longer make me think twice.
Will he ever stop returning?
Not in my life.
Copyright © 2018 by Mark Jarman
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Reproduced by Poetry Daily with permission
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