

It is enough; Joseph my
son is yet alive.
—Genesis 45:28
You went to the Mission
San Xavier del Bac. White adobe
against a wisteria sky, and a storm
moving in.
You left a candle, burning
your intention to God.
It is enough.
Crosses extend across hard-packed dirt.
The sky empties. Your mother,
bent over tarbush, prays.
It is enough.
You called and told me
to live passionately.
Organ pipes curve towards
disbanding cirrus.
I do not know where
you are buried.
It is enough.