sleeping through storms…

waiting for a reason to move

perched above an afternoon
self-motivated as a coma patient
with much the same attitude.
everything waits on the arrival
of short term lightning-in-a-bottle;
what we need is the cosmic guarantor
to make good the promises so
freely given. even storm-laden
august afternoons know that.

instead just more silent acceptance
& serenity prayers both ack-
knowledge easy borne truth of
timely dis-intervention. when i
was asked to take it all on faith,
i smiled my best smile but
my answer didn’t change.

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In honor of deities & starvation. Starting with an easy one does not bode well for those of us waiting for answers to even bigger, more complicated questions. I wish I was hungry enough to eat a burrito. Those kind of things.

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2 Responses to “sleeping through storms…”

  1. consider yourself published.. 🙂

    thanks for visiting The Essayist. You’ll discover the liberty I’ve just taken in the second issue of The Poetry Tree.. goes live later this am (CET)

    email me pretty please.

    M

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