Catherine Barnett

Ritual

In his bath my son looks half-
drowned,
lying so still,
his hair a scarf of weed,
his eyes closed,
and only the water breathing.
He practices
in his porcelain bed
his resting,
rehearsing
until the water takes cold
and he shivers a little against it.


Catherine Barnett
Ritual is from Into Perfect Spheres Such Holes Are Pierced (Alice James Books, 2004).