Trial By Ordeal: Poetry
By Karen Mobley
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Karen Mobley
Karen Mobley is free range but not a chicken. She earned the Dabbler badge in Girl Scouts and has been working at it ever since. She is a visual artist, poet, and arts consultant residing in Spokane, Washington. Her work is influenced by her avocations of gardening, hiking, and birdwatching.
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Trial By Ordeal - Karen Mobley
Washing Feet
Stood at his feet, him weeping,began to wash his feet with tears wipe them with the hairs of her head kissed and anointed his feet with ointment.
—Luke 7:38
I see your face with its tears
sadness stuck in your throat.
The earthquake that is you, Mom
speaks the language it knows
weeping.
There is nothing to do but wash feet,
your black toes, sores, painful peeling skin
in cool water. I washed your feet. Your skin came off.
I hide my tears and kiss you, hold you close.
You forgive me.
I know that you will never move again, hike
with your Audubon book and binoculars.
You will never dance or comb your hair.
You are trapped in your body like gnats
stuck in an ointment.
Under my skin, rage seethes.
The whole world is broken, waiting
for the call that will tell us
you have left our world
the earthquake
taking your birds
your sight
your pain.
Seen enough?
Death is never a single end but a collection of ends . . . so tightly bound together they appear as one.
Unknown
I.
I look up into yellow gopher teeth of grief.
I need to see. I want to hide.
Perhaps, I could ask you to lash
my eyes open so that I can see fully
columbines and blue flax
not poppies with their flaming petals. Purple
lilacs and old-fashioned roses make tears flow.
Mom used to say, seen enough?
When she had studied detail of bird with her binoculars,
she’d lower her head and her voice. Seen enough?
She took pictures of every place. We’d sit quietly
look at photos of Arizona or the Mississippi River.
She’d say, seen enough?
and go to fix dinner.
II.
One visit, for three identical days—
breakfast at eight o’clock, pills, dishes
a drive down Beach Loop.
Dad goes for coffee. I sit still.
Wait for her.
I bake pumpkin pie
scrub the kitchen, clean the refrigerator,
wash dishes, fold and comfort the laundry
hear dogs bark
listen to country music,
look across at the neighbor’s house.
She says, I’m a nuisance.
This disease is changing my nature.
Truer words were never said.
Her nature was warm, kittens in sun
sweet as bourbon and seven.
She is ready to be driven down the coast,
to another pullout to look out the
car window at waves. Sanderlings and gulls. Seen Enough?