Family Moab

Family Moab
In Arches National Park

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Lost


Lost

Something precious wanders lost
In the shrouded interior castle
Or distant foggy landscapes.
It’s me.

On the way back from Dante’s lair
I drifted away, missed the drawbridge.
Now I am both seeker and sought,
It and not-it, not fully who.

I beseech the castle Lord,
Accept my white martyrdom,
Restore our connection, infuse me
With a drip line of your passion.

Make it a flood, find my veins
And hook me up. Without you
I need life support, if I can locate
Myself to save.

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