The Last Thing Is Longing
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Michelle Rebidoux
A native of southern Ontario, Michelle Rebidoux studied art, philosophy, and religious studies at various Canadian universities, receiving her PhD in religion and culture from McGill University in 2008. She currently resides in St. John’s, Newfoundland, where she teaches religious studies at Memorial University and theology at Queen’s College. Her first book of poetry, The Last Thing Is Longing, was published in 2021.
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The Last Thing Is Longing - Michelle Rebidoux
We Two
We two fight over
who is to be lover
and who beloved.
Bubbles
Once on the road
to the sea in the morning,
with the sun ablaze behind me,
laughing in its canopy,
I found suddenly that
misplaced part of my belly
where life brews up its potency
as living bubbles of joy.
At the top of the hill I found it
and was wild
with that bright first glance
upon the wide blue water.
I found it in the intimacy
of a moving depth
that promised as a mother
to keep secrets of a daughter.
And one bubble rose up, then,
so high within me
that quick as springtime
it spawned a song and a prayer—
a prayer for Your forgiveness
for the day of reckless play,
a song of heartful gratitude
for the same already given.
Or, in any case, a song
for that rare gift of the bubbles,
and forgiveness
for my exorbitant hunger for them.
The Great Envisioning
Listen, my friends,
it is not a small thing,
no heart’s lyricism,
no enchantment of songing.
When once the decision
is definitively made,
there is no going back upon it
without ruin—body, mind, and soul.
There is no possibility
of dragging a few oddments along.
They are incompatible with the road,
yea! with every cell of being
there in that beckoning place
towards which one leaps now
with bounds of verve and elegance,
like a deer given (almost) wings.
For so has your life at last
been marked indelibly,
and all your members set
on the path of their translation,
when once you make that choice,
and it is confirmed by those
whose business is to fashion you
according to the great envisioning.
The Decision
The time for whispering ends—
the decision approaches.
Where will you go, my desire, where?
With what hope
might you in trembling venture forth,
a refugee in exile
from out of this heart when I have
sent you away, saying:
Did you forget that you would be
wrested from me in time?
What was intimacy sweet
has soured from this summons.
No longer have you any home here,
nor elsewhere in sight,
yet pray you may be ever welcomed
there where you land!
I shall soon enough hear some news
of your arrival and
that unknown place’s appointment of you,
your new berth,
and then must I decide.
Shall I without sleep launch forth,
without retirement, or shall
my solitude utterly destroy
all that I had hoped beyond hope
for you as sacrifice?
Where, my child, where shall you go?
—if not . . . à-dieu . . .
The Teacher
As though in a wind-swept, vasty field
he looked ahead and saw a road for me,
pointed with eyes silent, then turned back;
he left me to follow it on my own.
Now I, in the quickening of his investment,
must walk surely in that direction alone.
Would it not trouble his heart if I did not?
Would I not have betrayed his promise?
But, too, would it not trouble my own if,
when I am gone, he did not e’en once turn
to look after me from afar and smile?
There let his silence compel a vigil of the wind
carrying to me the hopes of untold futures
his because they are mine—him because me!