I wrote a book with my coat


I wrote with the coat of my childhood

and I wrote with the coat of the prophets


In it the coat of my father

and his father swaying in church


My mother spoke French with her mother

and I tried to write with their coats


the words hello and goodnight

their hurt goodbyes at the airport


They were never part of my coat

though owned by my coat as I wrote


I would now like to write my book

with a coat that is not my coat


perhaps the coat of the sea

the coat of a stone or a painting


Goodnight little coat little coats

I am grateful for all you have given me