—I’M NOT SAYING I’M WRONG, BUT YOU MAY BE RIGHT

 

 

The Thin Place

 

I’m reckoning with the ending

   retying the tatters

breaking into a vault that’s coal dark

   if we let it circle back

we might have absolution

 

At some point the river bends

   royal blue waves distort the view

revealing both the pawn and fool

   buried in seclusion

 

In another life angels conspire

   like starlings on a wire

there’s nothing any higher

   maybe if spirits were fair

we’d repay all our debts

 

I’m sitting in the thin place

   looking backward at the wary space

trying to recognize my forged face

   turning down all the future bets

 

Finally realized my knees are cold

   that my shirt’s been sold

this is no time for being bold

   best to just expire

 

Realized I’m not magnificent

   can’t be significant

or indifferent

   when I’m staring at a liar