—for my sister (1943-2021)
when a stat becomes a sister,
or sister stat, the otherness of other
bursts sharply out of distant mist
(a k a: comfort of denial)
into clear air of vistas
once of miles, but shortened now
to things of feet and inches,
personal, pointed, immanent,
powerful as a shadow bulked
against a breath, shoulder to it,
shoving off convenient fog
to show we’re always —sister,
brother, parent, child, standing
on the edges of abysses
who need to grab a holding hand
—an anchor as a mistral hisses
against the science that a coterie
of mask-less fools dismisses
Jim Culleny
1/22/21
Blink
…either way in a blink, in a blink we drink it up / Poems by Jim Culleny
Blink 