Thursday, May 02, 2013

Next Time I'll Bring a Towel


Next Time I’ll Bring a Towel

How many times have I truncated a prayer
because dormant feelings oozed out and suddenly I must
grab some tissue for my gushing eyes and sodden nose—
and then have to get up
Again
to replace my saturated tissue?
Because somehow, praying opens those floodgates
And somehow, 
under these circumstances, 
nasal and optical factories are profuse 
and my chest is heaving
pulling hard, inwardly and down
to meet my twisted belly and up 
to meet my crumpled face

Hoh [sound of spiritaches]

All I wanted to do was talk to God 
share some things, get clarity direction connection
And all this came out.
Again.

So, as I was saying…

5.2.13

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Writing my poems has been healing for me, and I find that sharing them has been too. So I hope you enjoy, and please feel free to comment. Did anything resonate with you? Bring up questions? Move you to action?