American Life in Poetry
Bill Holm was a Minnesota poet and essayist and a dear friend to many of us who live and write in flyover country. He is much missed. Mark Vinz has written this fine tribute to Bill.
“Even when you are not in a room,
you are in it, your voice everywhere.”
– Bill Holm
The message that’s recorded on the phone
is unmistakably bad news, and then
another call tells us it’s one we love –
a sudden death while traveling, somehow
appropriate for one who always
seized life too completely to stand still.
A door slams shut, a wall has dropped away,
and once again I’m driven back to
empty pages, insufficient words,
to rooms he always filled on entering –
rooms lined with books, piano music, and
good friends who raise their glasses one last time.
And now, as all the lights are blinking off
in every prairie town we’ve ever loved,
when all the toasts are made and songs are sung,
when leaving is the only certainty,
a single voice keeps echoing, along
each dark, untraveled hallway of the heart.
Poem copyright 2010 by Mark Vinz, reprinted from the South Dakota Review, Vol. 48, no. 3, Fall 2010, by permission of the author and publisher. American Life in Poetry is supported by the Poetry Foundation and the department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. We do not accept unsolicited manuscripts.