Charles J. Ingerson


Coming in the misting curtains
merging one with the elements
feeling freedom’s burdens
tasting of dangers ingredients

Fathers, mothers, sisters
who can tell the child alone
feeling all of the raw blisters
when there’s no one at home

Some come back in time
carried by others or to walk
thin found a precarious line
when in whispers to talk.

A moments passing forever
within this space of healing
truth not complicated or clever
with death’s testimony sealing