October 2017
Marc Frazier
marcfrazier45@gmail.com
I have lived in the Chicago area most of my life; I love the city and its cultural offerings, but I love to visit Fort Lauderdale in the winter however briefly. I am a Leo and a cat person and have always had at least one cat; my current one is Maggie, a little old lady. I come from the corn fields of northwestern Illinois, so when I discovered the ocean it was like a whole new world opened to me. All things writing can be found on my website www.marcfrazier.org.

​Adam
 
 
First of all,
what choice did I have but to give freely
what wasn’t mine— 
a gift like all the rest:
sough of wildflowers in wind, the growing
moon, the fecund tomb of night.
Though none of this is mine,
I thought my body sacred, a compact
holy perfect as God.
Now less than I was,
I want something more:
a language to share,
trees full of knowledge,
the wholeness of love.
What do I know?
What can be given can be taken back.
For a greater good.
The fingers of palms spread fan-like towards heaven.
I want to grow like them.
There will be more than this ache in my side.
I build a house of my desire.
I welcome what remains
to be given. 
“Adam” was first published in Permafrost.
© 2017 Marc Frazier
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