Mission

I knew you in a winter
––both strange to my perception:
the quiet, blinding storm that fell
to love’s bright insurrection.
There were steps to follow,
there were many disappearing;
and words that failed to reckon
with a silence beyond fearing;
But here we stand with nothing
growing up to stand between us––
the shadow passing over
without ever having seen us…
for a time
I saw you walking slowly
––the door swinging like confessions
from the moon in every story
where god lives in all directions.
There were ghosts to follow,
there were many of them singing
with words that failed to mention this
a song without an ending;
But here we stand with nothing
growing up to stand between us––
the shadow passing over
without ever having seen us…
for a time
Are we alone believing in
a time to rival this one––?
while even now they’re building
from the ruins of the mission.
There were threads to follow,
there were many strung together,
their tangle now defining
every changing of a weather;
But here we stand with nothing
growing up to stand between us––
the shadow passing over
without ever having seen us…
for a time