Brokenness: some poetry

This week I thought I would share some poetry I wrote during those dark days.

Conversations with my Lover

Once

i wanted to know you so well

that when you whispered

across a crowded room

i would hear you.

the hurried meanderings of

unsuspecting others

would not block but rather

carry the depth of my knowing

you.       And you me.

Now

even in a silent solitary

room

i cannot hear you.

you are here next to me

but i’m afraid

our own hurried conversations

leave us none the wiser about

the other.

and my unsuspecting heart

cannot remember

what you whispered.

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the prayers of the praying

black words white spaces

what to say whom to thank.

gaps

telling, as much as they ask.

perhaps

i’ve never truly prayed

but only spoken

inky language

signifying the

hardness appropriate of those,

of me, afraid.

thy will be done

in this crowded icy corner

as it is in heaven.

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today is holy

i sat in the sun

with you, my friend.

we talked laughed read ate.

under a topaz sky

framed with pointy chartreuse maple

leaves, i discovered the miracle

of resurrection, the sustenance of

communion,

in my tank top and shorts.

today is holy.