To Rudolph Lewis
By Richard Lawson
hope that you, old friend, toiling away
fix the roof of your store shed
all day for days in overwhelming heat,
the sweat of natural Florida,
that makes this too-warm English summer
seem temperate again,
hope you win. I hope your father’s store
gloried with the roof that it deserves
hope that you don’t fall.
want my friends in Africa
pinned down in Mogadishu
flying lead, not nails,
know about your shed.
want as many people now
know about your shed
stand to learn from it,
because it’s more than shed
Fine as it no doubt is as shed,
this one is more than timber,
more than tar paper and sweat,
more than determination,
more than a health and safety risk,
more than some slabs of wood
arranged with more or less regard
canons of structural integrity:
is a thing of spirit,
creation of a living poet.
Frozen blues, maybe.
Cathedrals come to mind.
Not that they should come
masse to make a pilgrimage,
although in fact when you have gone
they might well come,
for few are famous while they breathe,
and of the ones that are,
would be better for us all
that they were not,
The point is that this shed
Trees are our brothers.
They live and die
just like John Barleycorn,
and willingly giving up the sap
win new life in service to their family.
This shed was once alive,
bi-placentate in form,
joiner-up of earth and sky
the fusion point in its green sap
all four elements.
Like Shiva’s locks that broke the flood
Its leaves gave shade from blazing sun.
Trees give us unconditional love,
like dogs and gods;
sadly not all.
died to find itself becoming shed.
Frozen blues? In Florida now
the only frozen things
are found in white machines
humming beneath their breath
just while the juice is on.
Not frozen: solid blues
from far away, blown out by Buddy Bolden,
crossing a river wider, deeper, cooler than
Pontchartrain to celebrate one poet’s work.
It’s up there with the wolf and the owl
and in the end, I dare say
Eli, Eli Lama Sabacthani,
all the Truth be known.
The point is this:
this is a shed that’s going up.
Rudy is in the business of building sheds,
not breaking them.
does not use his strength to knock down sheds.
does not bulldoze structures.
brings no lethal force to bear on others’ work.
There are no bombs in Rudy’s bag.
That’s all. That’s good.
That’s all we need.
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posted 20 August 2006