Wednesday, March 3, 2010

St. Katharine Drexel (founder of the Sisters of the Blessed Sacrament, patron of philanthropists and racial justice)

This girl is determined to crack

her father’s code, determined

to nail down the meaning

of love.

Mama has been dead ever since I was born.

I only know her picture, downstairs. I saw

you looking at it yesterday.

I do have one way of keeping her quiet.

I pour water on her. I feel mean

when I do it.

Yes, I am the Quiet Queen.

Do you know why? Because

quiet is the most creative way

of being.

This conversation

is missing your voice.


this poem is a collage experiment.

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