Lines Written in an Abandoned Cathedral Near the Sea

by Louis Bourgeois

You are older than you ever imagined—
there is no song to sing you to sleep.

All day long, I have circled the cemetery,
have caressed the granite walls,
and drowned in her memory.

There was an ocean and a wave,
and then nothing.

Finally, I saw the sky
for the first time,
and knew I was home.

In the red of red,
in the blue of blue,
you will not find God here.

There is so little to dying,
it's a wonder we bother at all.

I have seen stone and fish
fall from the sky,
when the night was quiet
as moth wings.

Nothing can frighten us more
than chancing to see our face
in the mirror by moonlight.

Think of nothing
but the large birds
feeding on the shore.

Louis Bourgeois is the Executive Director of VOX PRESS, a 501 (c) 3 arts organization located in Oxford, Mississippi.  His memoir, The Gar Diaries, nominated for the National Book Award in 2008, will be re-released by the U.K. publishing house, The Other Publishing Company.

Comments

By Diana Anhalt on Aug 05, 2013 13:28 (UTC)

"There is so little to dying,
it's a wonder we bother at all." Those lines will remain with me for a long time. So will the rest of the poem.
So simple and yet so profound. First-rate. Diana Anhalt

By Lenny on Mar 14, 2014 18:43 (UTC)

Ones' facemelts in The Lake of Fire; Fear emotionally horrific, agonizingly real. Actual image in minds' eye needs work.