checking on the preacher by George Perreault
checking on the preacher
he was scavenging for an old photograph,
his first wife, alone, a Canadian ferry,
wind-blown and smiling, the happiest
he’d seen her since their wedding,
years before all the wreckage.
probably
her boyfriend took it, he said, guy was a
trumpet player, and they were real sweet
on each other, never doing nothing, but if
you were out of the picture, she once told me,
then she’d probably make a play for him,
and knowing about her other chances,
that teacher who’d drop by whenever i
was out of town, the insurance man who
made her sweat the back of her knees,
and Raymond, of course, if he had asked,
she never could have said no,
and maybe
that’s the reason he’d made that misstep
preaching on John Fourteen, saying
if Truth is the Way, then God’s gotta
be a woman, the way the most of them
believe only the truth can set you free,
even if some truths so powerful, best
you ease up on them now and then,
like when
you’re sleeping with a second cousin –
how you get so desperate for the haylofts
you just hafta – but you can’t tell no one,
not like her moron husband sidetracking
his way home from work, jumps into bed
with this friend of theirs then breaks down
sobbing in her arms how he’s so sorry,
clueless how that’s a fuck-for-free card
the whole rest of her life,
saying now
a photograph sure be nice – my wife shining
like sun warm on the water, or maybe Jodie,
that time hiking when i’d skipped ahead
just to turn and watch her wakening into
all those sleepy mornings still to come,
or Suze in Atlanta, people stopping dead
in their tracks, picking up her film star vibe,
these southern women, she says, they’re all
flirting with you, and how i have to explain
her own smile, how even these streetlights,
the way they’re leaning in.
i’m thinking
he told me, maybe if somebody should ask,
get some retired preacher, vacation work,
no need for chapter and verse, just three
or four photographs – look at these faces.
forget that blind alley of detachment.
this is what God wants from you –
someone else’s unhinged joy.
and your involvement in it –
to be a fleeting agent of heaven,
it’s all any god will ever ask.
George Perreault's fifth full-length collection, lie down as you were born, was released in July 2023.