Elisabeth Farrell: IMAGE, FATHER

I created you in dreams

I created you from nothing

but dreams and your blood

 

coursing through me was silent

and my mother offered me fragments

of her memory of you

 

I created you

 

in the name of the father

and the son and the holy spirit

I created you in the name of my own flesh

 

a thousand times I created you

from clowns and charlatans and kings

I created you as a set of wings

 

to lift and carry me home