Remembering Touch
© Margaret Wesseling 1997
the light of it
morning to afternoon I strain
for the shape of your thumb
What She Said
from What She Said, © 2012 Margaret Wesseling
When my sons went to America --
ten years of silence.
You might ask if I was lonely.
Jumping
From What She Said, © Margaret Wesseling 2012
Jumping off the cliff last time
you were with me you were not with me.
Your hand across my back all the way down.
My dog's face by the door. A train
running through Nordic forests. Pain.
