Celebrate National Poetry Month with us and enjoy a Poetry Per Diem each day for the month of April!
Today’s poem is from Jericho Brown’s book of poems titled The Tradition.
A poem is a gesture toward home.
It makes dark demands I call my own.
              Memory makes demands darker than my own:
              My last love drove a burgundy car.
My first love drove a burgundy car.
He was fast and awful, tall as my father.
             Steadfast and awful, my tall father
             Hit hard as a hailstorm. He’d leave marks.
Light rain hits easy but leaves its own mark
Like the sound of a mother weeping again.
            Like the sound of my mother weeping again,
            No sound beating ends where it began.
None of the beaten end up how we began.
A poem is a gesture toward home.
This book can be found in the Island Free Library collection, upstairs under call number 811.6 BRO.
Stay tuned for another poem tomorrow!