one way


the good red road
strewn with boulders
washed out by floods
home to rattlesnakes
commands the walk

the good heart
ever facing the old ones
leaving bread crumbs for
the ones to come


   #pb © march 2013 #

stone

prayer rugs wearing thin
weary of babbling supplicants
whose sackcloth and ashes cling
stubbornly to frayed edges and
weakened fibers

Pharisees and Sadducees
even Levites
rolled their worn out voices into
one weighty bundle
stuffed into the mouth of the cave
willing it to become stone

choosing their circuitous
dead end journeys
preferring to remain Leaderless
rather than receive the
Resurrection held out to
the chosen ones, the gentiles
and the meek

freight train


while last year
may have been about
penitence
I have been absolved
this year is

reclamation
certitude
and power

I’ve paid my dues

no groveling
no explanations

what is
is more than
good enough

the train moves on
from the coast
deeper into
the interior
of the heartland


pb   2011
from "untying the web"

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