Pesquisa e Arquivos 
"OH WATERS, TEEM WITH MEDICINE TO KEEP MY BODY SAFE FROM HARM, SO THAT I MAY LONG SEE THE SUN."
- Rig Veda
Maggie’s finishing a portrait of our family, gluing googly eyes onto a stately stick figure
I hope is me. Now she doesn’t know who to play with, as other kids, pockets full of posies,
all fall down. She wears my face superimposed. I almost tap the glass, point her toward
the boy with yellow trucks. Lost, she stares out the window toward the snow-humped pines
beyond the playground. When I’m dead, I hope there’ll be a thin pane such as this between us. I’ll stand forever
out in the dark to watch my grown children move through their bright rooms. Maybe just once they’ll cup
their hands against the glass, caught by some flicker or glint, a slant of light touching their faces.