Going to go in a different direction for a bit. My longer thoughts breaking way to some words of brevity. Hope you enjoy and relate. If you would comment, I would greatly appreciate your words and input.
Michael
Each word a door-hinge,
each glance a summons—
The clerk's sharp "Next!"
opens sulfur,
the mother's hand on fevered brow
calls down cool rain.
We are all
unwitting priests
at ten thousand altars:
the kitchen table,
the lines of waiting,
the office corridor
where we choose
our small liturgies.
*Paradiso* in the held door,
*Inferno* in the turned back—
Heaven leaks through
cracked smiles,
Hell seeps up
from bitten tongues.
The very air
thick with our making:
each breath an invocation,
each pause
a prayer answered
or prayer denied.
What gods we are,
what careless gods—
walking the earth
trailing realms
behind us
like shadows
at noon.
You so funny...
Yes, we are, Liz.