I watched the plumber reach down
through the dark water
with his head turned sideways,
feeling for my wife’s lost ring,
the index finger of his other hand
admonishing me to wait. I studied his face,
the face of a listening poet, as his other hand
shifted into a mudra—two fingers and thumb,
something like holding a teacup—
that could stand for “confident quiet waiting.”
From “Husband” by Richard Hoffman
There’s more to the mill than the engine, the saw and the
wooden carriage. “Tell Jon he can have the saw teeth,” my
mother says. “And the cant hooks. Anything that goes with the
mill.” So now I will have to do what I’ve been avoiding since we
buried my father four years ago: spend time in this barn-like
mill building where his spirit still lives.
From “The Accounting” by Betty J. Cotter


