Late Moon
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Pamela Porter
PAMELA PORTER was born in Albuquerque, New Mexico, and she lived in New Mexico, Texas, Louisiana, Washington and Montana before emigrating to Canada with her husband, the fourth generation of a farm family in southeastern Saskatchewan, the backdrop for much of Pamela's work. She is the author of three collections of poetry, and her poems have appeared in numerous journals across Canada and the US as well as being featured on Garrison Keillor's The Writer's Almanac. She is also the author of a number of children’s books, including Sky and Yellow Moon, Apple Moon (illustrated by Matt James). Pamela's first novel in verse, The Crazy Man, received the TD Children's Literature Award, the Canadian Library Association Book of the Year Award for Children, the Geoffrey Bilson Award for Historical Fiction for Young People and the Governor General's Award, as well as several children's choice awards. It was also named a Jane Addams Foundation Honor Book and won the Texas Institute of Letters, Friends of the Austin Public Library Award for Best Young Adult Book. Pamela lives near Sidney, B.C., with her husband, children and a menagerie of rescued horses, dogs and cats.
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Late Moon - Pamela Porter
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- I -
My Questions Go Unanswered
Tonight my father, as a young man, is wandering
the darkness above my head, lost
in the thin hills west of Hermosillo.
And the child I once was
paces room after room, looking for him.
Some nights I don’t sleep for the two of them.
One lost, one searching.
Beneath his boots, sand scours stone,
his ear to the elf owls,
small as sparrows
in the pale flowers of the Saguaro.
In her nightgown, she sweeps
past halls and doorways, skims
the staircase.
I want to tell her
it’s her fatherlessness keeps me awake;
it’s his wandering alone makes me want
to rescue him.
There’s a thin blade of moon out,
and she won’t rest until she finds him.
A scholar of pain, he has too many
years of study left to him.
Now I hear her climbing to the roof.
She’s trying to see over the curve of earth,
catch the song of the smallest owl
in the world.
Where is God tonight, the one
who made love so difficult, our lives
filled with estrangement?
This night as every night, my questions
go unanswered, even as I know
their futures, as I know
by her standing on the roof, she’s thinking
if she believes purely enough,
she could open her arms and fly.
Hungering
Full morning, the men in the field
standing in the bed of the truck,
heaving bales of hay
with a steady drumbeat onto the floor
of the barn, and high in the trees, the owls
are calling again.
I have heard them in the night,
a sound like a wooden flute, and know
each is hungering for the other
hidden
in the congregation of pines.
The male, earnest, fervent, an element
of concern in his notes, waits
until its mate answers,
and then the frantic rustle of wings
toward a closer pine.
Orbital, planetary,
just shy of panic
is their longing for the other,
made to be, like us, spun blind by love
that feels as much
like sickness unto death,
the beloved the only cure.
For years
my father kept an owl in the freezer,
bound by his need for it,
the glassed eyes,
the beak’s slow curve, the frozen wings
part of his own lost wildness,
as though a part of his soul
had stretched its mottled wings
and flown into the night.
I, too, have chained myself
as one indentured to mystery,
the stars’ high singing and the moon
flying over the trees,
when that loneliness overtakes me
and I’m famished,
tethered to my loves soul to soul,
my palms pressed
to the drumbeat in their chests,
that which holds the spirit down.
Now the truck clatters down the lane,
loosed specks of hay dust floating in air,
pieces of light
broken off the sun.
And the owls, high in the high pines.
A sudden rush of wings and gone —
not even the sweetest birdsong
could assuage such grief.
Poetry
One day, Poetry entered me.
I don’t know precisely
where or when.
I was young. A child.
While my parents argued
in a darkening room,
I stood behind them.
I heard them speak my name.
I learned what my mother had done.
It was around this time
Poetry entered me,
a bird of purled smoke
as if from a smothered fire, a