Meredith Mason


How I Move On

My brother set a hand on my shoulder,
steered me away from him. It was mercy,
not meanness. Stop looking. I’m not there.

I stopped searching for the trail back to where
I lost him, where I imagine he might be.
My brother set a hand on my shoulder,

as if when I did not, he might care
about my life. That I still breathe
is not meanness. Stop looking. I’m not there.

For crazy stunts we used to say I dare
you. I finally jumped, a high-dive leap.
My brother set a hand on my shoulder,

gave me a small push into the air--
I did not fly, I flopped in a clumsy heap,
Don’t look at me, he would have said, I wasn’t there

When I give him up, I find him near,
a kind of walking-with, half-hope belief-
He set a hand on my shoulder
Stop looking. I’m here.

 

 

 

 

 

Meredith Mason is a great appreciator of all things useless and free, especially poetry. She is a co-creator of Wallop Zine, a childcare worker and a mother of two young sons. She graduated from St. John’s College in Santa Fe, NM, and lived for two years at the Lama Foundation, an ecumenical spiritual community in San Cristobal, NM.