don’t save me from this morning
birdsong catches
at my hem this morning
pulls me into the light
I saw the light,
said the twenty-something
at the diner yesterday
I saw the light and I was saved
he used the word 8 times
while I ate my burger
saved from sins of the flesh
(irony there)
saved from celebrating too much
saved from loving too much
saved from seeing god
in the birdsong
that catches at my hem
Do you think Jesus was a vegeterian?
Do you think he danced with the disciples?
Made love? Oh! Holy! Night!
It’s sad to be so sure at 20 (so convinced)
leaves little room for magic
on mornings like this
and little room to dance
Photo & Poem ©2022, Jen Payne. #NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Month. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.
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