When that Life Ended the Clouds had no Border - David Handsher

[Larry Robinson]

When that Life Ended the Clouds had no Border

That September, when

the yelling stopped and

my father slammed the

door never to return, just

a day or two

before school

started again, my

head rested on

the hillside,

the gray clouds over

head stretching all the

way across the horizon.

When that life ended the

clouds had no border.

It was not so much that I

would miss him. He had

left long before that

September day.

It was just that how I imagined the world

had ceased to exist. What I

didn’t know then, when the

sky felt so heavy on my chest,

is that my life would end many times,

it would be unmade and then made again,

like a plough turning over the dirt of

last year’s crop, leaving scars on

the earth before the coming of

Spring.

	- David Handsher