A poem for my beloved.
You built it again
like so many things
each time better
(that's how you hope)
The one before was lighter
but warped from keeping water
that it needed to let go
Your frame was good,
we kept it in the move
then twisted together
assembling a skeleton
set alone in a dining room
With nowhere to eat
for so long
you found different pieces
laid them down
pierced and bound across
in patience they dried out
Those seated at the table
do not know
it's hollowed underneath
from heavier things
A testament of youth
and emptied hearts
still saying:
Welcome
Ps 23:5