Psalm

I flee from you

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