Hello, Brother

As he approached the front entrance to the mosque, 
the gunman appeared to be greeted by one of the worshippers. 

    -Wikipedia 

There's another one, my son remarks,
that pure, steady, every-day-is-truly-a-new-day 
wonder brightening his voice, running for president.
I nod and set before him a plate—fried egg, buttered toast— 
and this, if I've counted right, is the eleventh 
of the one hundred and seventeen tasks I've set 
for myself this day, which is why I merely nod, 
even as my son goes on to say he thinks it's about time 
we had a woman president and his teacher from last year 
would be a good president, though maybe not
his teacher this year because to be a good president 
you have to be stern sometimes, but stern in a way
that's kind, even if there are people who don't always
do their best or listen—and now for longer than a mouthful 
I notice he's been silent, which is when I tune the world 
back in: with a toast triangle he's pointing at the radio, 
my nine year old son—he's only nine—Dad, he's saying, 
listen. There's been another one
.

Joe Wilkins

Joe Wilkins is the author of a novel, Fall Back Down When I Die, praised as “remarkable and unforgettable” in a starred review at Booklist, and a memoir, The Mountain and the Fathers, a finalist for the Orion Book Award. He has published four collections of poetry, including When We Were Birds, winner of the Oregon Book Award, and, most recently, Thieve. He lives with his family in western Oregon, where he directs the creative writing program at Linfield University.

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