Morning, Vigil
- Morning, Vigil
My uncle knew nothing stillwants to be moved.He’d captained boats most of his life,
learned this pushing bargesaround the intracoastal canalby moonlight. It’s why
he’d walk five blocks to St. Bernadettein total darkness to wake the priestsfor weekday mass, why he’d stand
or kneel, but never sitfor services, every part of himflowing and vigilant. [End Page 185]
Jack B. Bedell is a professor of English and coordinator of creative writing at Southeastern Louisiana University, where he also edits Louisiana Literature and directs the Louisiana Literature Press. His latest collections are Bone-Hollow, True: New & Selected Poems (2013), Call & Response (2010), Come Rain, Come Shine (2006), What Passes for Love (2001), and At the Bonehouse (1998), all published by Texas Review Press (a member of the Texas A&M Press Consortium).
