Surrounded by Sheep and Low Ground

Linda Gregg

 
When death comes, we take off our clothes
and gather everything we left behind:
what is dark, broken, touched with shame.
When Death demands we give an accounting,
naked we present our lives in bundles.
See how much these weigh, we tell him,
refusing to deny what we have lived.
Everything that is touched by light
loves the light. We the stubborn-as-grass,
we who reel at the taste of sap and want
our spirits cleansed, will not betray
the weeds, snake, or crippled mare.
Never leave behind what the light shone on.
 
From All of It Singing: New and Selected Poems by Linda Gregg. Copyright 2009 by Linda Gregg. Used by permission of Graywolf Press. All rights reserved.

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