Unseen and Seen
My great great grandfather turned up in the next county
Just last week even
though that church closed
years ago
And a tree fell into
that silence living on inside the
tiny brick
Box waiting for
a new voice someone to remember
to write
Down a new story
not caring about details when did
he leave
Why did he abandon
his son how did the chain stay
unbroken
Someday a daughter
of a daughter or maybe a
stranger
May find a poem
or a book of poems hear a voice
see
Something feel
a pulse a note before the
downbeat
The lift of
the baton from the same
pulpit
Launching into
being a new string ensemble
in the
Same pews bringing
him and me and all who
listen
Into voice in
plain sight never too late
for the light
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