Are We Ever Alone

Are we ever alone, dear brother, when our black and white hands say Treasure and Lack? Are we ever alone dear sister, when friends stalk roundabout skivvies and shorts? Are we ever alone dear mother, when your discipline hardens my thoughts? Are we ever alone dear father, when your collection plates Entice me to sin? We are never alone sweet sympathy, sorrow, and sweaty, sitting idly by. Politely lick my sores of reveries abandoned, and pollutions of lung and limb, correct my soul, like a turtle upturned.