Convergences

At sixteen he dismisses his mother with contempt. She hears with dread the repulsive wave’s approach and her fifty-year-old body smothers under water. An old man loses half his weight, as if by stealth, but finds in his shed his great-grandfather’s knobbly cane, and hobbles toward youth beside the pond’s swart water. She listens to the dun-colored whippoorwill’s three-beat before dawn, and again when dusk enters the cornfield parched and wanting water. He imagines but cannot bring himself to believe that the dead woman enters his house disguised or that the young rabbi made