Lunch today...
A good coffee, salad with mango, walnuts, goat cheese, salt lemon olive oil...a recent poem.

Divinity in the Form of Ministries

In the form of gifts
ministries
show themselves all weekend
a blue and white sky
An outpouring of friendship
An overlay of love a soft
ripe mango
Purple and white impatiens
Heads drooping dying for water
smacking their lips
then awake the next Morning.

Duties.
Scratching my face her paws
sharp touching my face
as I touch her soft fur she has no
reason to want to hurt me.
Sanguin she is.

I call pain "she" I call it "her"
She made me late today
she never showed up
I am late because I wait
for HER.

I can't see you
because she comes first.
I promised we'd spend the day together
but she's unpredictable
and I apologize greatly
needing to be flexible

(for her.
I stay in bed, underneath
the sky, staring up)
That's why I can't see you.
That's why
although it is a beauty
of a city
(I love you)
the blue and white sky
a gift
I cannot see you.
Although I would like to.
I think. I call him, break the rules
to call a boy. Praying
to do the right thing.
Eat someone elses dinner.
At 4am I take opiates,
I sit in the window looking out
I smoke
I pace
I pray.
Who can i share this city with
who will understand me
who can I trust. Besides you,
that is.

I dreamt of you
throwing the suitcase
on the bed
to take leave. I trust her;
I call pain "she".
although behind my back
I swear she is trying to kill me.

This mid of night
has become a friend
a place to pray as if
in a church.
The incense stinging my nose
my eyes
my sincere prayers come from deep within my bosom
comforted.
my breasts wakened
I think please. please
lord don't take them.
I think please, please lord let me feel
his hands upon them (yours) one last
time, full, soft,
womanly. I have always loved
them I remember
the first time
I felt them underneath my
Thin summer shirt
And they gave me
A shudder. Please lord,
one first time
before they're gone.
Should they go.
I meditate on please
one last time
one first time
before they are gone.
Before you are gone.
Before he ever gets a chance to touch them.

The ministry takes
Place on the side
Of a road.
In a white van.
Eyes closed he prays

The homeless man
Prays, head down,
feet together, Standing still.
Asking
nothing
for himself
but forgiveness.