A Coda for the Hero

A Coda for the Hero

A face broken by my pain

Looks down at me

While I fade into unbordered places

All perception rendered into

What will come

Sleep, I hope

And good dreams for a change

And wakefulness to a world

I could never know

Until I come upon it

You’ll be there

And everyone

The everyone I can recall

And so many new to meet and

Love for the first time

C L Couch

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I prefer Christopher in conversation. In writing, I use C L Couch because it’s a genderless form of my name and, frankly, easier—I have severe writer’s cramp. I mean to be a poet writing spiritual and occasional verse. The photographs used permanently here—for the banner, for my profile—were taken by Debra Danielson, a photographer and friend. You may enjoy more of her work at debra.danielson.org. If you would credit me when quoting my work, I'd be thankful. As I am thankful for your presence here.

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