for a whole minute
no ringtones
no voices to hear
no texts to read
no one’s answering
somehow
he must at least
try to speak to himself
his fix to satisfy
while his mind
grins and whispers
“Do you hear yourself?
Do you see yourself?”
how will Her nursling
prevail
to childhood
to elderhood
thru obscurity forthcoming?
whispering off granite walls
another epos
or thy thoughts
with open sails
listening
as far as can hear th’ ear?
fingertips from hope?
but hope, nonetheless
with glitter to ornament
Heaven’s face
and ours
with reasons to smile
again
loujen haxm'Yor 