This was the Place

• This was the Place

• This was the Place

This was the Place

I'm sure this was the place
The house of God
With its flat tin roof
And ample parking space
And its one oak knotted as a psalm

I'm sure this was the place
The brown couch lawn
And old hoist crooked
Ever slightly as a crow
The one garment pending the fall

Hmm, like our fathers before
And their fathers before them too
Hmm, I have stared into space
Till everything looked brand new

I'm sure this was the place
A salt-licked caravan
Wild sprawling figs coursed
With their slow adrenaline
And the idling engine of the sea

Hmm, like our fathers before
And their fathers before them too
Hmm, I have stared into space
Till everything looked brand new
But I'm sure this was the place

I'm sure this was the place
The trickle river's end
Ferns written deep in the rocks
Like withered open hands
And the one swimmer with a belly full of fall

Hmm, like our fathers before
And their fathers before them too
Hmm, I have stared into space
Till everything looked brand new
But I'm sure this was the place

© Brendan Bonsack
January 2015

1. Dog Whistles
2. This was the Place
3. Which Pocket?
4. Be There
5. What Kind of Yes?
6. The Historian
7. August Afternoon
8. Shells
9. Out of the Pines
10. Places for Falling

What Kind of Yes?
Released January 2015