Dark Night of the Soul

I ask God the mouth the mountain holy
snow where does the rain go in desert
yellow enunciation of healing the sand warm
fingers pressed against a forehead as
firmament or a ruse I’m just saying it’s easy
in growing old to live confused


(originally published in Little Rose Magazine, Winter 2018)

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