
Author Archives: Timothy P. Schilling
Leaving winter

Silver gateway

The long narrow path around the city instead
I have so long wondered about
the grief one nurses, wanting
to run to ask you
what I can do
but not asking you,
receding in fear instead
Warming up

Somewhere by the sea
Before the question
and after the answer
two make love
in salt-sea air
Baseball in the birthplace of Vincent van Gogh

They’ll want what you can’t give
And the other will be too true as well
People at table in the middle of the universe

Lines of communication
Once in Germany a Spanish man
asked this American
how to use the phone.
Now I’ve studied Spanish
in my day,
but the year of the day was long before,
in ’84,
and now I live in Holland.
In Holland they speak Dutch.
That means not much to a Spaniard,
but sadly Dutch
words were the only words
I could think of to help the Spaniard.
I had thought at Pentecost
God had set it aright,
but clearly we’re still lacking light
when an American in Germany
speaks Dutch to a Spaniard!