David Ignatow

Here you will find the Poem The Journey of poet David Ignatow

The Journey

I am looking for a past 
I can rely on 
in order to look to death 
with equanimity. 
What was given me: 
my mother?s largeness 
to protect me, 
my father?s regularity 
in coming home from work 
at night, his opening the door 
silently and smiling, 
pleased to be back 
and the lights on 
in all the rooms 
through which I could run 
freely or sit at ease 
at table and do my homework 
undisturbed: love arranged 
as order directed at the next day. 
Going to bed was a journey.