Month: December 2017
a blue guitar
‘you do not play things as they are’
Theresa of Ávila
Always fading in and out
the myriad creatures
coming from the opened gates of creation
I look into the mouth, the entrance
and the fissure is opening
in what I thought was solid
in my own chest too
the wound is opening
in what I thought was solid
and the pain of it makes me still
and try and sit through it, please
I might cry to the hurting god
and the sitting through becomes
a kind of knowledge
and the god suffering through
whatever the god suffers too
becomes a kind of compassion
the companionship of passion
and the myriad creatures
between these twin gateposts
which I don’t need to spell out
for a reader such as yourself, I know,
come flowing out like
a spillage of blood,
spoilage of water, the beautiful
and the putrid, the vanity
and the superabundance of humility.