Tom Hatch- A Poem

Remember:

Remember that time we went

Skinny dipping the sound of distant

Birds, doves mourn, cardinals singing

Voices through the trees off blue sky

North placed us south our pounding passion

Lay on soft white pine needles the

Smell of us slight sap in the breeze

Remember this I tell my bones

Taking them aside for a one on one

Remember her next to us her weight and size 

And eyes, feet and hands

Don't lie there doing nothing for eternity 

As all the dawns, mornings, days, evenings

Play above chasing the wind, and rain

Where our shadows danced into one

Bones you bond with eternity I'll

Be dead but bones do not forget

after the worms have

Eaten off the flesh of you my host

Hold off the worms from your marrow and hold our memory

Of her tight embrace from the days of sweet

Swim and love on the soft pine needle floor

Do not forget under the forest floor

Join with the roots of trees and see and listen

For me through the opening buds in spring

Tom paid his dues in the NYC SoHo art scene in the 70s, 80s and 90s. He was awarded two NEA grants for sculpture back then. And taught at various colleges and universities in the NYC metro area in art. He loves to write...sculpture takes up too much space and money. He has published at The Mind[less] Muse an A. J. Huffman site and is a regular at The Camel Saloon and BoySlut. He lives in CT with a few farms up and down the road works in Manhattan. His train ride to and from NYC is his solace, study and den where it all begins and ends.