Always stayed up too late,
even when I had to walk to Sunday School
the next day in a snowstorm.
My First Communion was that spring,
got a certificate,
learned little except how god felt
like a course we had to pass.
Much later in life,
at a summer job in a library,
I found answers in the long silences,
realized that oblivion doesn’t need
to be shushed, overdue books
mean nothing to the dead,
and the darkness under our eyes
offered us the greatest rest.
Richard LeDue was born in Sydney, Nova Scotia, Canada, but currently lives in Norway House, Manitoba with his wife and son. His poems have appeared in various publications throughout 2019, and more work is forthcoming throughout 2020, including a chapbook from Kelsey Books.