Squash and sea salt

Squash and sea salt

Stove-roasted

Toasted in a pyrex pan and eaten thereafter

Whereafter

I sit surrendered to sustenance felt

Squash and sea salt

Sometimes with a spoonful of blackberry jam

Of birds and bathwater

The smallest, simplest, step of a finch

Becomes more triumphant than the soaring eagle

Each little tangle

in the woven wefted wheals I perceive

are yet spectacularly

earth-rattlingly

important

When you are with me

The lights go down, the birds to sleep

I rest, held by Your magnificent hands

Implicitly, symmetrically

I need You more than I need to breathe

It pains me and seems to suck all the dust and life out of me,

this moment that I think of You

It hurts me more not to

Release me, protect me,

from the cold haunting onslaught of my poor imagination

This life is not a competition,

save me from my rank sedition

and this arrogant self

Here is the brush

Here the lye

Here the sun beating down to dry

Do with them as You will, only please,

do not leave me

Clean me through and

Be with me still