When I feel most broken
pulled apart when every door unhinged
is opened but feels closed
for too many paths there then it is
prayer with past intention wells up
and present air so bright it nearly
suffocates with future deep
and full beyond knowing. The spinning
on the head of a pin who is angel real?
All the company there here messengers
to and for each other? My dearest
friends closest-to-heart flailing as I
in cavernous winds bodies ailing
strewn right and left and it is
somewhere decreed not by punishing
judge but somehow maybe just the air
we breathe Who shall live and who shall
die? Weep and laugh with the same sigh
at the take and give life brings whispers
sings shouts in the ear and hear
try to hear can’t help but hear wisdom.
Gasp for try and grasp without grasping
all the syllables all the hip hop un-
understood the bass too loud the
thumping in my chest I want a rest from
not permanently though. I want to hear
the words get their gist. TV internet
fireflies Torah’s music all electric pulse
saving me from ann-I-hilation?
Here am I waiting.
I am here.
