When We Last Visited

There was something terribly wrong with his face,a chipped razor, an old pull plow rusted againstthe shed. A mouth so choked with lilies that mourningmeant nothing to us at all. We drove far betweenhospitals during those afternoons. Green field, brownfield, field swamped by biblical rain. Was it Abrahamwho was asked by God to return his sonto the dark? The devil telling him not to rushinto anything too hasty? Either way,I now understand the desire to put things rightin the world. There are things you must fixand things you must dash out before the light sets.