poem 188 of a poem a day for 2012

broken phone divinity

I will leave you alone

I hear myself say in prayer

with a voice down there

to watch you empty all

of our ghost sounds

tapping, a-rapping rhythms

on the window panes

as June does too

when they call us insane

here comes the crawling

with teeth, elbows and knees

how do explain that we are

bent into the serpent's gift

for each tongued resolution

that is come up with for our abandon

or is it every beached absolution

we’ve given up our soul’s width for

in the reach of our will

for that which surveys the worn parts

of our hearts we keep home

in each piece of sand

that was once a stone

and can now only command

the memory of our eyes

minding where water

is now fingered land

and time is all angry clouds

wading to find

the tides again

to get back in here

with enough voices clear

of hearing loss

fading

washed

waiting

for the operator

EJR ©