Ecclesiography
Issue 37: Church
, Spring 2024
i lay and listened to the rain
last night it felt a bit like sleep
and they were there in torrents
laughing
that i put my hand up to my sin
at four “adorable”
(i couldn’t win)
just tell me i am saved
and in the silence on the edges at
the threshold
of another deluge
tell me i can come inside
tell me (as i listened to the rain)
you understand
don’t tell me what
i want to hear don’t
Keep It Simple Stupid
i am in it to my neck belovèd
as the water rises
tell me that you notice
tell me we are not ok
with this
i lay and listened to the rain
and rose and here we are
(and still it beats
against the windows)
singing
is it love that pulls me back
belovèd as the water rises
is it love or is it sunday