Brook Banks

There is a hope in me somewhere

That you may wander past a bigger feeling than destroying me

That you could explain to me the reasons why you understand

What I wrote however fervent was at least partially on point

To the world you know inside your caverns

Navigating seems all impossible, but

That is dare why hope exists for those that reside in darkness

To be like candles for each other

Painted in flame and destroying and protecting

Helping warm in the cold

For a heart to survive a transition beyond the arenas of malice

For empathy wanting to bond

Knowing the piercing volley of indifference caked

At a woman manipulating the world to get by, just get by

So he plants his sides and prays in the moment

All there is, is this now, this moment

All that was is gone into the river passing

The current of lives being brave enough to love beyond the blades

Maybe, maybe, just maybe

See hope somewhere in this rubble flotsam

Hopping stone islands in the rushing brook

Between banks of everything is random to interconnected

Extremes like faith in absolutes bartering for eternity

In the gasps of your lack of response

The indifference caked on like the layer of insulation

The masses gather that the pamphlet chapter and verse

Was answer enough nailed in wood to the cross-piece

To sail past the siren’s call and definitively accept

I am a thrashing man, wailing eardrums burst

Praying it was the voice of God inside you

In the silence, most of all in the silence

The mountain carved itself in passion’s watery scalpel

I see the staircase available my attempted ascent, your decline

The flame and brook, the pages I mistook for a divinity blazing in your chest

How I want nothing if not that to levitate me into communion

With what life is flawed, rustling, and intimate

I am shed like a cat shaking droplets

Praying, praying this all has a purpose

Beyond 

These waters only in the moment

Moving

Changing

Accepting the flow never stops