Oct 19, 2010

Isaac, After Mount Moriah

Written by Saeed Jones

Read by Katie Manning

Asleep on the roof when rain comes,
water collects in the dips of his collarbone.

Dirty haired boy, my rascal, my sacrifice. Never
an easy dream. I watch him wrestle my shadow, shut eyelids
trembling, one fist ready for me.

Leave him a blanket, leave him alone.

Night before, found him caked in dirt,
sleeping in a ditch, wet black stones for pillows.

What kind of father does he make me, this boy
I find tangled in the hair of willows, curled fetal
in the grove?

Once, I found him in a far field, the mountain’s peak
like a blade above us both.