Monday, January 18, 2010

Things one leaves to the world


Casa Alianza

When people die they don’t come back.
We look for family among the scattered
remnants of our wander, the long history
that moved the bones, made prints in mud,
turned this way or that. Somewhere words
still resonate in sidewalk prayers for healing
all that is sick in us. They litter gutters with
useless beseeching gone unanswered. This
is where street children of our lost Americas
are sent to die out the rest of their days.

There may be a small notebook left by one,
urbanized with crude drawings of houses in
the margins, houses with rooms one might
come to live in. In these rooms one may
leave the things one leaves to the world
when they at last are rendered unnecessary.


Grace is like this: a shroud worn when the hour
is late and a desperate need cloaks one to stand
naked under the stars. Is there anything more
precious than a setting moon against the slow
slippage of the star-wrenched night? What we
pretend to live in life should not therein follow
as pretense in death. These streets are the empty
avenues of a soulscape. We are born with a map
we cannot hold in our hands, a blank scrim of
air that lives and dies with each exhalation
promising justice in two places at once.

So we wear it like a jaundiced saint around our
necks and pretend to believe it all. It may well
leave bruises, but, like a thousand reasons, it
bends to mask our stagger into the beaten days
of our unenduring skin. Somewhere in this,
conscience becomes an affliction. Somewhere
in this, we find and lose what happiness we can.

Joseph Gallo
March 2009



Blogger mamie parried...

Your words are always moving, and your photographs are outstanding. The one of the curtains and the roses is especially intriguing.

Always glad to see something posted from you on my Google Reader.

January 19, 2010 6:17 AM  
Blogger Joseph Gallo parried...

Mamie: Thank you for your kind words. I am honored you would stop to visit and spend some moments here. Please visit as often as you wish.

I've been lucky to see the things I do from my little rancho on the hill. The sunrises and sunsets, the animals, all manner of natural phenomena. All I need do is walk out onto my deck and the world is waiting.

Thanks again and take care.


January 19, 2010 7:29 AM  

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