from the blooms of my flowers
i hear laughter. they have teased
me through the months of winter.
young boys will appear with the
fur of bears. oh saints of god,
why do you not talk to me
like the crows in my trees?
or sing to me like the morning
doves that call out my name?
what am i to know about you,
what can i hang my hat on?
are you a hooligan hiding from
the law? if you can tell me this,
why can’t you tell me that? is
a crescent moon the smile of a
starry night? i have never seen
you smile. is rain tears of joy
from the sun? i have never seen
you cry. you are a thousand miles
away. oh saints of god, that’s life.
there is no face to gaze upon, no
lips to kiss, no tongue to swallow.
how much more is heaven going
to be a paradise than each breath
i take? a heart that tolerates cancer
has crippled my desire to love it.
your indifference to war has left
me agitated. oh saints of god, i
cannot grant you an invisible
administration of my dreams.
maybe tomorrow, though i
wouldn’t hold my breath waiting.