Poem by William J. Barnum

Photo of Ian Thal by Bill Perrault




Marceau
make air to grow
and swallow years

then drench our
thin laughter with
your tears

your grimace of
a grin
lies frozen
on a groan

your gestures
cry
through Heaven
in our eyes
we see your
wings
till angels in
us sing

above a groveling
beast
there soars what’s
blest

from rainbows
and of light
in us

to challenge
night

your hand implies
our world
and folds the void
curled in
your palm

surrounding
all that’s
heard