Poem
The Living
A poem
I am still confident in this; I will see the goodness of Yahweh in the land of the living. (Psalm 27:13)
Is the land of the
living here now?
Can I dance there?
Is it, perhaps, hand-holding
with my wife
down I-40; with the Commodores
crooning to score
our contented romance?
Is it, perhaps, in meals backlit
by the warm timbre
of my friend laughing at my bad jokes?
These things now,
More to come.
And I will see
your goodness there.
Cover image by Manuel Meurisse.