What We Know

The monsters under the bed are real.

That is the secret,
dear heart,
that we are keeping from you.

Fearing Unseen Things

“Spiritual” –

a word that sends us running, as if from

rattling guns.
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Days long ago I wrestled with

God.

Stormed his walls and claimed his ear.

Today, I fidgeted, and watched my feet, and stammered a triviality.

How shy of you I am,
how anxiously I tiptoe now
going past your door,

for fear

that You might hear me.

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It has taken me years to befriend the beach,
To believe in the warmth of sand and of light,

For

I felt

As a child,

Only the alien
green
immensity

of the unfriending sea.

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I see ends before beginnings.
—–
Deaths before deliveries.

So I live life in inverse,
In cold prophetic fear,
Like a cripple who cannot
Or a child who will not
Walk,

In fear to take the first step
into

Somewhere.