Sunday, May 9, 2010

St. Pachomius


I rode across the river

on the back of something

that did not cry out

under my weight.



I reached the other muddy bank,

found turtles sunning themselves


and did not turn around.

I heard your voice.



I survived long enough to

get to the other side and look down


from the top of this ferris wheel.


I realized how small you are.

I realized you could fit in my heart.


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