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Saged and Prayed Over

Dedicated to my June Cleaver 3/28/2020






Something was taken from us all

in such sly--devilish ways

like foreboding chalk markings on mailboxes

without the slightest notice of day-nor-hour.

Random selection of whether it will be you or me

fragility exposed like brick walls in brownstones

like bare asses lying on sandy beaches without coverup.

Life’s joys and gifts expected to always be there;

missing precious irreplaceable moments out of hubris.

Thinking things would always be as they’ve always

been.

A busying of our souls blocking

ancestral treasure.

Time, embrace, togetherness,

intentionality fading in the rearview

unsure of the comeback hour—A reckoning

fade to black.

Now, life compact; tightly woven in four walls

pintucked with those who’ve been near since the beginning of this dreadful

moment in time.

Should be enough

but

feels

sparse

Should be grateful for the time and togetherness but didn’t want it like this.

The cost for some

too expensive a price to pay.


A whiff of ungratefulness hanging in the air

like a recognizable and shameful funk.

It’s vapors like markings on the walls of our

souls.

Things changed in unplanned ways

desperate to rewind back even an hour

before it all began.

Loss, immeasurable

loss, out-of-order

communal grief—once an inalienable right

now down to ten;

grief on a damn layaway plan

moans and hymns reticent

reminded that singing alone ain’t sangin’

I’ve never—we’ve never

grief laid away until we can come back for her

sacrilegious

decuple pain

Lists with familiar names-familiar faces,

flags that wave in remembrance.

Unsanctified prayers for exclusion, real.

Those who suffer draped in a cloak of aloneness,

a finery no one should don.

Fearful that this time sounds like a

death rattle lodged in our very souls.

Like hearing laughter in an empty room

a body shaking—soul disturbing experience.

Left with a pregnant craving for simple things and mercy

left in the war room asking for my kinfolk and friend-folk to be spared

left with nothing more than what’s left after.

Enough to evoke gratefulness still, wisdom.

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