Along with six other works, the following poem titled “Clay” was accepted into Tayen Lane Publishing‘s Poems from Conflicted Hearts: An Anthology scheduled for release in March of 2014!
I come knocking, find you in the garden
looking not more than a child, eating
the sweet petals of the guava blossoms,
bending to sweep the stone pathway.
You drift impatiently into the house,
in one room, then out, the easiness
of your movements unbothered by age
in the sweet, unfurling air of spring.
Sweat beginning to bead at the backs
of my knees, I know your face
just as you do in the mirror, see we are
fashioned from the same clay.
You understand the restlessness in me,
eyes carrying that burden of knowing,
like the towhee on the sill staring at its own reflection,
that desperate sound of wing-beat against glass,
wanting so much to be nearer.
From The Weight of Snow: New & Selected Poems, Black Swift Press, 2014
c. B. L. Bruce