June 2024
A line or so about God
and hanging my head upside
down on the park bench
to see a crescent moon
through the trees
working out a verse
about writing this down
in the dark and giving
something up to something
else.
I broke off into conversation
and struggle to
recapture the theme:
You can see the dark
parts of the moon too
Like, leaving it all
up to God.
Or rather passing off
all responsibility for my
handwriting.
for example
how my faith was
stronger in the dark
picking up a phrase
or two like antique
jewelry
measuring, thinking,
casting it off
Or,
wandering around the
forest humming,
& unable to
conceptualize footsteps.
Meaning dissolves in the light.