Uninspired
I am not sure I have ever
been able to love so slowly
that it appears
as if I am standing still
when really I am drifting.
These days are too long to move that way
and the sun lingers high, high, high
leaving me no shadows to scurry beneath
except for my own, dark as they come
drunk again in the blue dusk light.
I bemoan incessant breath this way
each and every day
yet I’m afraid to die
to be so permanently emptied
hollowed and carved into a memory
I was hardly capable of impressing
So when the universe stops by
manifest as lightning thought
asks for my gift
I show her hands
dirty, empty
I show her heart
well-worn, beating
I show her truth
all grey, afraid
yet on and on
she gifts me another day.
as if I will do anything
but waste it.
With love slow and thick like honey
She, so vast, loves that way
Patiently and divine
Is as slow as drunk dusk light
Hands, heart, truth
hardly moving
She shows me how
To kneel down low
And bow my head
Humbly
Into the well of love I crave
to wet my lips with gratitude
She says a day lived
Is hardly ever wasted
And I need to believe her
Or in something higher
Than myself
so I stand very still
and I wait for something
beneath me to move.
