Maureen Clark – 3 Poems

the Thieving Magpie

Weight of the Soul

How would the sudden homeless soul
get itself situated in someplace new?
                                             ∼Mary Roach “Spook”

it wasn’t enough               to contact the dead
spiritualists wanted to prove             that the soul existed

particularly at that moment            when breath
left the body for the last time          and the soul rose

through the open mouth           when death was certain
they tried to photograph it         to weigh it on a scale

but the soul weighed        nothing      and if it
held the memories      of before birth

so you could face        your own death
it all evaporated      in the end

and even if I could talk         to you again
would it change        the reality of your death

perhaps that breathe      flickered like a silent movie
and if nothing else        when the soul left

though it can’t be proved       I hope it rose from you
like a kite         and got stuck in a tree somewhere

Goddess of Mercy

no lotus blossoms in the desert
just sand and wind intermittent rain
the eternal principles of erosion

but the willows send up red shoots
every spring down by the creek
I wait for the goddess of mercy

the one who perceives
the sounds of the world
which means she might hear me

my jar is filled with the treasure
of clear water
and my voice is lifted

my cave is carved in sandstone
under petroglyphs
of long-horned sheep and buffalo

inside the sand is cold
and pink as tulips
my father’s ghost

is the echo of a stone
skipping the surface
on the underground lake

Thirteen Buttons

on the corner of Main and 2nd South
the Hari Krishna’s played guitars
and sang         handing out flowers
in front of Pennys
next to Woolworth’s the Army Navy Store
doors opened to the musty smell of tents
sleeping bags       old kit       from old wars
linoleum floors         camouflage
olive green drab       hats with earflaps
some things you just need
and I needed a pair of Navy issue
Cracker Jack Trousers
blue black wool          thirteen buttons
laced in the back        no zipper
saved babysitting money
for months to have them
bought them        even though
they were          an inch too short
mom unpicked the hem to help
I wore them faithfully
thrilled by the intricate buttoning
though they itched like hell
and took way too long to unbutton
when you had to pee

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