POEM OF THE DAY
January 11
and sometimes
the aching
we feel may
sing to the moments
our ancestors
had prayed for
i am whining because you
wanted me home, dear elder
will you show me to the point
of my hope
the place where moses
had greeted the speaking conflagration
and sometimes
the aching
we feel may
sing to the moments
our ancestors
had prayed for
i am whining because you
wanted me home, dear elder
will you show me to the point
of my hope
the place where moses
had greeted the speaking conflagration