I live with my two dogs on the edge of the university research forest, where I walk everyday and think and pray. I have taught at Oregon State University since 1986 and have been a Catholic deacon since 1987. I have written a number of books, including two books of poetry. My second book of poems, THE NEXT THING ALWAYS BELONGS, was published in 2011 by Airlie Press. For more, see www.deaconchrisanderson.com.
Liberty Says Hi
An old friend calls after forty years
and I wonder, who are we really,
when everything is stripped away?
Emerson had pie for breakfast.
Apple or cherry or peach,
with thick, doughy crust.
Jesus is the Bread of Life.
The dragon waits to devour the child
but the child is born and the mother flees
and the child grows up to be human
like the rest of us. He tends his sheep
and thinks his thoughts.
And the name of the child is Liberty.
And the name of the dragon is Time.
So Long to Remember
I dug ditches for Mr. Willmering,
whose wife was ugly, but kind.
When my brother came to dig ditches, too,
she made us tuna sandwiches
in her clean, white kitchen.
Why does it take so long to remember?
Why does it take so long to heal?
Carl Sandburg was a terrible poet,
a professor once told us—he said this
waving his hand—and it’s taken me
forty years to get over it.
Shoulders of hills. Stalks of corn.
Rich loam of the earth
where we buried the pipe.
Sweet smell of the earth.
©2017 Chris Anderson
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