Pearly Everlasting (poem)

In the meadow above the sea
violets and yarrow and curly everlasting.

In 2005, Andy. In 2007, Mom. In 2009, Sue.

When you put Jesus on the cross
make him a woman you loved.

She has a long, beautiful neck
and fingers like a dancer.

When you put Jesus on the cross
make him your son on the eve of the game,
and he has long, lovely muscles
and lovely, white skin.

He looks up and says, it’s OK, it’s OK,
and he sounds like a boy and he sounds like a man.

Through the window
the mouth of the river
and the waves and the light.