Reflections

WANDERING IN MERCY

I wander off.  I always have, even as a child.  I don’t know why, but I do.  I have heard several stories told of just disappearing when I was little.  Mom has told more than once the story of how when I was just a toddler, I got up one morning, got a chair and unlatched the front door and walked outside, down the street (our house was on Poplar) and crossed Perkins Road. …

Poetry

Light Birth

We sit darkened inside

Deep bodying, Still Being

Breathing, gasping

At phantoms of fate

Waiting, wondering

How nothing shines forth

As sparks of shadow

Glimmer in faint absence

Light is our god

But God is the night

Hiding entangled

In stars of the dark

Going to ground

To strike the stone

Eyes grow accustomed

To caves without exit

Facing all directions at once

There is no behind

Yet strangely we sense Someone

Other than self

Tpt 6/22/2019