Marie Howe What the Living Do “A Certain Light”
He was all bones and skin, no tissue to absorb the medicine.
He couldn’t walk unless two people held him.
then only in pain again — but wakened.
So wakened that late that night in one of those still blue moments
that were a kind of paradise, he finally opened his eyes wide,
and the room filled with a certain light we thought we’d never see again.
Look at you two, he said. And we did.
And Joe said, Look at you. And John said. How do I look?
And Joe said, Handsome.
A gaze clinched.
And so for day 1923