Paulines and Paulisms

Photograph by Paul Hsu Island How do I say your name without spelling it out? You were there with me and now you have moved on away to a new place just right of over here. Where are we really? What will become of us? For so long have I waited before your voice returns. You have left the island. Come home to the mainland. by Paul Hsu 3-28-16 Revised 3-30-16

Penguin Press Commentary: I composed the following acrostic lost and found poem as my Goodreads.com book review of Mary Oliver's most recent Felicity . To Mary Oliver Follow you down the spring path Early morning light to God's existence Love the world of thousands of voices In the millions of trees and wings Calling me to remember everything In heaven on earth like terrible laughter Transportation is the holy body You are the beloved poem and poet Flowers could be slowly opening Early morning springs as evidence Love the time it can take to kiss If there's not kissing in the kingdom Curtain of thoughtful language you use Into that blue space of prayers Transportation is the beautiful soul You and I are the beloved each other by Paul Hsu 3-6-16