October 1: Poetry Workshop, New Poem, "For My Son in Reply to a Question He'll Never Ask"

Saint Marty wanted to share something he wrote tonight in a poetry workshop he led.

No sure if this is a poem yet . . .

For My Son In Reply to a Question He'll Never Ask

after David Ignatow

by:  Martin Achatz

Love never goes away
it burns bright, hot as July

when chimes of ice cream trucks
sprint us across neighborhoods

it settles into the long light
of August, shadows

of everything stretching from here
to the tropic of there

it curls, softens into
ruby, pumpkin, mustard

autumn where everything
is gilded with beauty

it settles into winter's jut
and ice, when the world

is wiped clean as a chalkboard
at the beginning or end

of a school day, when anything
seems possible again

Love is underneath all, waits,
waits, waits for the moment

when that first gentian crocus
bloomed into the universe of you