peace, grace and mercy

 


moving towards
it

through indescribable
tiredness

captured by
sadness as pure as
any holy relic

in the distance
it waits

waits

waits like nostalgia
of an old black and
white movie

I will find it...

eventually

find it maybe more
towards the end
then now

but I know it's out
there

and when I find it

I will sit

light a
smoke

watch the sky collect
clouds like a child
gathering wildflowers

it will arrive like an old
worn black cat

leap up on my lap

look at me with his
miraculous black
and gold pharoah
eyes

that will softy
say

"welcome
 home"