but don't remember why.
I look for you in the moon,
city pumping in my veins;
I stretch my eyes across water
in fear and longing and grief.
I am a shadow watching lights dance,
envious and lonely, formless and void,
the spirit of creation hovering above me.
I would withdraw further if I could,
if any hole were deeper than unmaking.
But still I plead, like the Fathers
do not pass me by
or give up the chase.
October 2022
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