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By Sharan Strange
Advent by way of Sonia Sanchez Winner of the 2000 Barnard New lady Poets Prize
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Barely able to drive my daddy’s truck, I took him through miles of corn-stubble and cotton brambles before, as they say, the jig was up. I’ll bet my parents’ moonshine eased his ire, because I decided when to leave that town. Then the army—not to be their version, but out of wanderlust. There, my drinking habit took hold. How else to bank the rage? So many ways to thwart a man. . Family—does that make a man? To preside over a house? a wife? To make a wage—and drink it up? To bury father, brothers, sister, mother?
After ﬁfty years a corridor is no longer a corridor, a window is solid, holds a picture like a movie screen. The doctors have undone a lifetime of darkness— for what? You still close your eyes, won’t turn on lamps at home. The city seems a mirage, dishonest with constant movement, or so shy it ﬂattens into image, then shimmers. Seeing is strange! Free of the dark, sharp spots of color ﬂoat, shapes wave, bounce—an endless cacophony of surfaces. You’re vulnerable, trying to fashion it all into a tapestry that means this I know.
He holds our mother, shattered, but digniﬁed, the way we’d hoped she’d be. Her black suit and hat are armor. Tears move down her face like wax. My aunts, svelte, New Yorkish, taste a private, reﬁned sorrow. My sisters cling to each other. They are on the verge of this world, seeing her gone. We all are: family, friends, neighbors, church. The choir wails over their hymnals as the soloist’s strident notes hover. ’’ I clutch a book of poems, turn to the one written for her, and read, over and over, each word.
Ash by Sharan Strange