Asher's Prayer

What a funny kind of heartbreak
it begins with hello

my shoulder is tight from the weather
and the reading of your letter
and the failings of my mouth

you know I had a son once
discarded long ago
you know I was crazy once like you
but I've discarded that long ago

and the tide has brought you home
Europe failed you but good
you think those browned West Coast kids
are so strong
well, I'm thinking of New York, New York....

so name him for the Moon
so name him for something out of reach
name him for something we are worthy of
name him for something we can not break.

©2002 rob hinkal