Without rainboots
adults walk
in broad streets
when sidewalks
turn into
lakes.
Without a companion
an umbrella remains
tucked underarm
when carrying
two bags
home.
Without a hood
glasses glisten
with diamonds
when rain
fills the
horizon.
Spinning revolving
moving through space
this race continues
without my thought
or worry
Gravity and what
remains unseen
explosions and what
remains unheard
a fury
Your Word never dormant
just waiting for the
moment newness swallows
death rarely
in a hurry
Caught in the fullness of time
at just the right time
when the time was right
these lines seem
blurry
So my trust like love
has intention and my
rest like faith waits close
but not anxiously
for glory
As if drawn to
a waltz, the hawk
turns over the
sandy foreshore
seeking its prey.
I watch enchanted.
No, not enchanted.
Appreciative. Our
conversation ebbs
onto a quiet plateau,
like the calm space
lovers lightly posses
when confident
of their affections.
Yet, I know You
are the stronger,
the sovereign, the
seer of all hearts.
The worlds You formed
call out and
I cry
Holy!
CON VOIE MENT
pipes water shit
wires energy ground
souls wellness confession
cord name death
canal relations rites
babe character wake
thought christ cross
word breath blood
creation people love
a prayer
morning’s light barely registers
but with a turn of the wrist light
floods the room
the shock of emerging from
a comforting womb mitigated
by socks and a puffy coat
down the stairs where with four
pushes of a button a stream
of gas and flame warm the frames
of a home whose foundations
were set well before my parents
lived and well within the years of theirs
another button and water warms
another button and beans grind
another turn of the wrist and water pours
the warm elixir finds its mark as
words from an open Book call
and draw forth songs
for the heart melodies with
ancient rhythms lost in translation
but just as real today