I Am In New York Again


But a thread of blood
across one eye
blurs my sight;
I am stained with shame
remembering the way
I left my mountains.
There are moments
when visions clear
and I see how blind
I am to the good
all in abundance.
Enduring friends
permit my self-indulgence,
even turn aside
from the desperate chatter
which is nothing said
but "cries and whispers."
Crippled by the pain,
moving slowly here tonight
on east 96th. street,
I pour out my confession
to the light torque
on the Triboro bridge:
"Holy Child and the
Iconostasis of luminaries
around my heart,
forget-me-not...
I gave myself away again."
I wait for their chanted counsels.
I see the bow of absolution
in such a light string
of hope.

May 1991





The Seal of Creighton University
This page is managed by
Fr. Raymond A. Bucko, S.J.
of the Department of Sociology and Anthropology
at Creighton University.

E-Mail: bucko@creighton.edu

Page Last Updated: December 1, 2001