Sonja

And so not knowing her I miss her terribly, Of all the fire and possibilities, Stuttering solaces, The lake in the summer… I want some, can I have some? And so not knowing the lake I miss it terribly. And I make many poems like this nowadays. A poem not about a lake. For Heaven’s sakes not a lake… And so not knowing God I miss ________ terribly, Of all the fire and possibilities, When the angels are kicked out of the bar, How the saloon doors swing in the breeze. I want psalms, can I have psalms? Spread truth across my face until I am rearranged into the carpet. And so not knowing time I miss nothing.