glass undarkly

what’s going
on
I get so confused sometimes

what
do I
know or should know
or what is happening around me
and of nearing paranoid
concern
what is going on
behind

thank goodness
by our lore
to
know
the Lord is every direction from
and for
each one
even
the plotters
I
suppose

sigh
forgiveness all around
thank goodness I’m not in charge
of
that department
only to scurry by its glass doors
trying
to conceal
in
soulful
pockets
frustrating undeep enough
for
my own bitterness

c l couch


photo by Anastasiia Pyvovarova on Unsplash
(in Ukraine)