Emotional objects

Emotional objects

Nine/eleven fountains

A Japanese garden 

Your mom’s kitchen mountains

Today and tomorrow 

The elements of time

Hope for justice and peace

That can turn on a dime

Jesus would have been woke

Jesus would have been woke

Crucifixes today

Are worn like swastikas

Christians have lost their way

Mega sized religion 

Can I get fries with that

Fast food to forgiveness

Diarrhea and shat

These verses are handprints

These verses are handprints 

They are not restricted 

The format of fingers

Are beyond descriptive 

The journey through windows

Universal blackness

We’re only limited

By our sense of lackness

In a competition

In a competition 

Nine children are racing

Born on a fast track where

Speed outperforms pacing

On the course then bleachers

Forfeited finish line

Not once awarded proud

Private victory mine

Still holding a ribbon (Foundling Hospital Textile Tokens)

Still holding a ribbon

Days at first and then years

I cannot collect you

Textile token and tears

A bright pink nearly white

A bow on my finger

Each of us has two rooms

Of a heart in linger

Complete excavation

Complete excavation 

The mining tools set down

All the stones discovered 

Nothing more to be found

A hole not worth digging

The overburden gone

No pits left to follow

Conserve the needed brawn

So many left hand turns

So many left hand turns

Acceptance and forgive

Regrets for not trying

Or words lost in the sieve

Opportunities gone

Choices poorly chosen

The efforts to keep peace

By remaining frozen