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Christopher Bursk: The Day Everything Changed
I do not remember the exact date,
but I won’t forget the smell of rain still in the screen door
and the man on the other side
trying to catch his breath
as if he’d hurried here from a place very far away.
He had knocked three times
and then paused
and knocked more sharply three times again
shifting his weight from leg to leg
and reaching out
as if he had a package to deliver
though his hands held nothing.
He had a scar over his left eye
that seemed to have never healed.
When he lifted one palm to the screen door
I lifted mine
to his dimpled skin pressed hard
against the mesh, and then
he leaned his whole head against the door
till his face seemed made of many tiny rectangles.
I think of this day off and on.
It’s one of those stories I tell my grandchildren
in the hopes of finally understanding it.
There was only wire between us
and such hurt in the man’s eyes.
I learned, that day, the real meaning of the word
naked. Then he left,
though I don’t remember him going away
any more than I might this leaf
or that leaf dropping from my favorite tree,
the one that every winter
I wasn’t sure would ever bud again.
I have measured my life from this moment on
though I am not sure when it happened
or if it ever did.
From With Aeneas in a Time of Plague by Christopher Bursk (Ragged Sky, 2021). Copyright The Estate of Christopher Bursk. Included in Vox Populi by permission of the publisher.
Christopher Bursk (1943-2021) was an American poet, professor and activist. He is the author of nine poetry collections, including The First Inhabitants of Arcadia published by the University of Arkansas Press (2006) and praised by The New York Times: “Bursk writes with verve and insight about child rearing, aging parents, sexuality, his literary heroes, the sexuality of his literary heroes.”
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