- Communion
For Brian
With a sweep of his arm, the tall man partsthe sky, swinging lanterns full of grain, golden censershung on the altar of blessing. A woman keeps vigil
at the window, her candle lit against the falling dark,while on this wind-bitten day, the sparrows gather,spiraling round for the flung seed, eating,
clinging to their perches. Then come the fiery cardinals,the top-hatted jay, the black-and-white zigzagof woodpeckers, hungry, silent. All of them gather
on the edge of winter, fierce eyes on grain spilledfrom feeder to earth. The slight birds' communionof seed, the pale snow's breath: what spirit hovers
over these gifts, what beating wings lift the soulout of its small human place, opening widethe heart's door, the earth's voice saying
here, take it, here is the gift. This wild scatteringof seed is yours, the light that gathers itselfinto these hands that knead the bread, that, too, is yours.
What rests on the table of earth is yours—take and eat of this, you who are born of me,bone of my bone. This is my body, given. [End Page 110]
Carole Giangrande is a former broadcast journalist and the author of eight books, including the award-winning novella A Gardener on the Moon. Her poetry has appeared in Grain and Queens Quarterly and will be included in a forthcoming anthology. Born and raised in the New York City area, she now resides in Toronto, Canada. Her novel All That Is Solid Melts Into Air will be published in 2017. cgian@rogers.com.