somewhere in me there’s a poem
for this feeling
but the words
I’ve used before:
holey verbs, like
yearning, aching, throbbing
throbbing, aching, yearning
where do they find their home
besides within my breast—
in him, in Him
in You, in thee—
holy—wholly—threads
trailing into a misty horizon
to seek the end?
or find an end in seeking?
