John Knoepfle's Poetry

on flattop mountain
     lines for a miscarried child

before this world
was sent spinning into the stars
 

before the seas
rose out of their fathoms
and knocked at the land
 

before the glory of starlight
and the moon that pale light
hanging in a blue sky
even into the noontime of the day
 

oh small wonder
quick wavering light
there in our northern lights
 

you were in the divine presence
and now you will be always
fixed in the palm of gods broken hand
 

goodbye now and goodbye
and welcome and welcome