- The Sweet Air, and: To Love, and: How It Began
The Sweet Air
The road doesn’t have a name. Once cane grew on either side. Men stood in fields with blades and filled the trucks with their hard work. When mills closed, no one cut the stalks. To their surprise, sugar cost nothing then, and work grew hard to find. They walked to shore, to town, back and forth all day. Some carried fish from the pier, fruit from the country. Everyone carried something. If a truck stopped, they climbed into the empty bed— to get a ride was better than to get where you were going, though it got you there faster. At night the road lay empty. Coqui-coqui. Coqui-coqui, tree frogs sang from the field. The field filled with the song. There was nothing human in it. [End Page 68]
To Love
I thought you were someone. Then I thought
you were someone else. I’d heard how
you came into the heart with your great light. How this
greatness opened up to seem like emptiness
but—. How you made
the body a body again. The story of
you. The story of you in every mouth. When the fire
swept through the house, and neighbors gathered on
the lawn, and my mother wept in back of an ambulance
until the house stood dark and hollow in
the greater dark, one man among the men [End Page 69]
in their thick yellow suits crossed the yard to find
me standing on the walk, alone. In his gloved hands,
he held the small life I’d left inside to save my own.
How It Began
Was it a bruise? Was it the way the light
from the television fell across her face? A mis-
take, she said. An ac-cident, he said. I sat
down on the edge of their bed. What about
her call begging meto come home quick?
As my coach pulled into the drive, he asked
if I wanted him to go inside. The first
man I ever loved, how terrible it seemed. No, [End Page 70]
I said, which was a lie. That night, in my room,
all I could hear was the film they had chosen. [End Page 71]
Blas Falconer is the author of The Foundling Wheel and A Question of Gravity and Light. He is the poetry editor for the Los Angeles Review and teaches in the low-residency mfa at Murray State University. His third poetry collection, Forgive the Body This Failure (Four Way Books), is forthcoming in 2018.