Poem: Refuge

 

 

Refuge

 

i had a bouquet

as i ran to meet a Love

who didn’t want the flowers.

 

my spurned hummingbird passions

zigged and zagged,

erratic as Valentine’s deflected dart.

 

it was clear

i had fallen way deep down.

and yet still i climbed,

 

up the steeple of a crumbling piety,

to its very summit,

as i reached for that Love,

 

so high above me.

 

numerous wings of prayer

rode my fractured breaths,

but my flypapery tongue caught them,

 

and said,

to the no one who wasn’t up there,

“no soul should trust

such a gauntlet of pangs

and indifference.”

 

then my cries,

they tried to gnaw out a new door,

some better refuge,

from the beautiful monster.

 

 

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