Madonna and Child

She emerged from the forest, with a babe of six months
at her hip, followed by a camouflage-clad man who
claimed to be her husband––a Boko Haram investee,
a new St. Joseph for this holy family, who disappeared
from the news and pictures, after the first day.

Meanwhile his wife, a teenaged girl like Mary, who
was the Prima Madonna, was cleaned up, fed
and seated beside the President of Nigeria, who
claimed the military––government sponsored––
was responsible for freeing this first of the girls

stolen from Chibok two years ago. But no. It was
this latter-day Joseph, concerned for the survival
of the girl and her child, who put his life on the line
for them when he emerged from the forest behind her.


Presque Isle, Maine: Snow, 5/16/16

The violets are blooming.
I thought I’d let you know.
Their purple heads are peeking
Above a late spring snow.

Brave citizens of a country
Where beauty is conceived,
They don’t complain or whine that
Spring is absent without leave.