MARK 5: 15 EMBEDDED IN RON'S POEM

 

MARK 5: 15 EMBEDDED IN RON'S POEM


    for Ron Moen

The man sitting there

Isolating Mark's Gospel

Dressed in his right mind


Jim Bodeen

30 April 2022

24 April 2022 / Dear Ron,

 


24 April 2022

Dear Ron,


You're in the factory with those last soldiers

bandaging torn muscles,

applying direct pressure,

stop the bleeding. Stop denying.

You're with those men in Mariupol.

I know what you say about this,

dressed in the uniform of Christ,

Not me, Christ. 

Like you're kneading flour, baking bread.

Christ almighty! the poets cry, 

cursing, trusting unseen prayers 

in hurried verses, maybe feckless,

acts of resistance nevertheless.

I am one of the poets.

Mariupol may be among those rare

congregations of the chosen.

I first read about the criminals

in the Karl Barth you sent me

years ago. I'm reading Chekhov.

Chekhov sees the difference 

between compassion and communion.

Born in Taganrog, SW Russia.

Maps tell me Taganrog's 69 miles

from Mariupol. I found 

this out last night by chance

beginning The Steppe.

I fell asleep with the novel open.

It's Sunday. What Psalm

do you recommend for me

this morning? No more 

kneading flour, though.

I'm baking pies, working 

double crusts--the French

call it frisage, smearing butter

into flour with the heal

of your hand. Kneading

warms the dough,  losing

its flakiness. You're 

in that factory with those men.

You've taken me to that jail, 

Barth's deliverance to the captives

rests on the arm of my butterscotch chair.

What prayer comes from the heel of the hand?

Are we ready to be told what we are?

You sit with the driver, Ron,

in that horse-drawn cart.

Chekhov calls it a Britzka.

Your body says, Not for the just

but the unjust, 

what matters, now.

Jim



THE DAY IN FRONT OF YOU

 

THE DAY IN FRONT OF YOU


Boil water for tea

Build a cairn for polished stones

Your house poem full.


Jim Bodeen

13 April 2022

DEEP TREE BREATHING

 












DEEP TREE BREATHING


Captured light

Manipulated desire

what is kept outside


Jim Bodeen

7 April 2022

Oh!

 












Oh! Karen drops her

biscotti in hot coffee

Quick get me a spoon!


Jim Bodeen

4 April 2022


Midnight Noon

 












DOUBLED BUTTER CRUST

         --After S. Suzuki

 

Midnight Noon Dōgen

Torn silk turn ocean waves blue

So crisp the radish


Jim Bodeen

2 April 2022