Poem: Refuge

 

 

Refuge

 

i had a bouquet

as i ran to meet a Love,

but they didn’t want my flowers.

 

my spurned hummingbird passions

zigged and zagged,

erratic as Valentine’s deflected dart.

 

it was clear

i had fallen way down deep,

and yet still i climbed,

 

way up my steeple of crumbling piety,

to the very summit,

and i reached for that Love again,

 

so high above me.

 

wings of prayers

rode fractured breaths,

and yet my flypapery tongue 

caught them,

 

and said no.

no to the no one who wasn’t up there.

no to Job's trust in a gauntlet of pangs 

and indifference.

 

and my cries then

began to gnaw out a new kind of door,

some better refuge

than the Beautiful Monster.

 

 

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6/29/24