Sunday, July 13, 2014

In Betwixt and Between

hot weather
monkey mind

landscape so beautiful it hurts

going underground for a while

Every day I want to speak with you. And every day something more important
calls for my attention—the drugstore, the beauty products, the luggage
I need to buy for the trip.
Even now I can hardly sit here
among the falling piles of paper and clothing, the garbage trucks outside
already screeching and banging.
The mystics say you are as close as my own breath.
Why do I flee from you?
My days and nights pour through me like complaints
and become a story I forgot to tell.
Help me. Even as I write these words I am planning
to rise from the chair as soon as I finish this sentence.

PrayerMarie Howe, Poet


elle said...

I'm relating!!!

Linda A. Miller said...

Beautiful poem/prayer. Enjoy your outside time.

Jo Ferguson said...

I'm relating too!!!