Take All the Time
by JESSE WATERS
Put the T-shirt in the window
and hit the hazards. Blame it all
on the price of gasoline, but have faith.
On the next earth, even the dead
get one lift back into town.
It’s why I’d swear I’ve seen
my father again. On line
at Schrop’s Bakery, or he’s holding a sparkler
for the fourth of July.
He hands the spitting firework to a bratty child.
It’s not me. The kid’s got one of those
blonde mullet-mohawks, and his arms are crossed.
I know it takes more than loss, and a bit
of bad vision to get to grace. Needle on ‘E’
sooner or later, everyone leaves
but if one of us, so long ago, could give
each known star a name and story
I pray we’re not too far from losing
the desire to see where being goes.
Left sock stuck halfway down my tank, one heel
of the loaf left, only a swallow of booze –
I have faith anyway. Those constellations
furthest from us feel just fine from here.
JESSE WATERS was the runner-up for the Iowa Review Prize, finalist in the Glimmer Train 2003 Poetry Open and The Davoren Hanna International Poetry Contest, recipient of a NC Artists' Grant to attend the Vermont Studio Center and a winner of the 2001 River Styx International Poetry Contest, Jesse Waters’ fiction, poetry and non-fiction work has appeared in such journals as 88: A Journal of Contemporary Poetry, Coal Hill Review, The Cortland Review, Cimarron Review, Concrete Wolf, Iowa Review, Plainsongs, Magma, River Styx, Slide, Southeast Review, Sycamore Review and others.