Candle
Sleepless, half-naked
and thirsty
beside the river,
under constant moonlight,
waiting to feel
the final impact
of the Sun.
I am
locked up,
dents
on red knuckles,
tears betraying
a fear I can't
hide.
Nose in a book,
laboring
to be someone,
losing, regaining
the world,
the charitable God
reminding me
of the beauty
of grace.
Walking sideways
down a Fort Worth
barrio, music
steadies my mind,
keeps me
from knocking
on a random door.
What do I fear now,
but the silence of her voice,
of the voice I have known,
the siren that
drifts me down
to the great rivers,
searching for the tree of life?
And I fear that
you, my love,
were my tree of life,
in my own
strange way.
The vastness of you,
my only ocean
in the universe.
My delight carved
into the plot of land
I never had the wisdom
to let lie fallow.
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