Five Poems
Rosemarie Crisafi

God of Thunder

Holding wind suspended in doorways:

A gulp

of swallows

rouses the atmosphere.


Sedated by the interstate

iced with light

snow and road sign reflections.

I swell up the way milkweed regards the sky.


Imagine the pronouncement:
a body discovered.

You knowthe sleepless voice.
The interstate's engine.
You knowthe hairs on his chest.


Here you lay with dilated eyes,
and with you, I wait, a cross in my mouth,

a cat limping away

from the shrill vowels of shadows crouching.

Cathedral Tunes

Drawn to the Genesis window,
school children's' eyes gaze
from Jerusalem's stones.

In the kaleidoscope, there is no compass.