April 2017
Michael Gessner
mjcg3@aol.com
I live in Tucson with my wife Jane, a watercolorist, and with our dog, Irish.  Our son Chris, writes for screen in L.A. My more recent work has appeared in The North American Review, The French Literary Review, Verse Daily, and others.  My most recent collections are Transversales (BlazeVOX, 2013,) and Selected Poems (FutureCycle, 2016).​

When in the Lasting Loveliness of Things
 
 
When night calls and you are not to be found,
and when evening stops its descent and is still,
as if waiting for you to appear
before it falls into night once again,
 
when no thing will turn, not leaves or lovers
in the park, or arise, not breeze or bird,
when these things are still, and waiting for your
return, as if they should never move again
 
without you, and when I call and call your name
down the empty streets, lined with winter trees,
when all forms have ceased for the sight of you,
for you to arrive and make them possible again--
 
I have lived my life for this, mine and yours,
in this moment, always before nightfall.
​©2017 Michael Gessner
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