Three Small Dimensions
It is not his decisions I’m afraid of,
he is wise beyond what years gave him.
It is not possible danger I fear,
we all live to our full hour’s end.
It is the blank space he occupied that
leaves me unquiet, restless without motion.
It is not enough for peace to believe
he will come back, but it is enough
to know he will remain truly himself.
Somewhere along that gentle, inward curve
of coastline three small dimensions mark
the blessing of his flesh, his blood, his smile,
his searching blue eyes, and his kindness
spoken just loud enough to be heard.