Words have not been showing up lately.
It’s a laughter that seems to be rising from the canyon.
*
I thought to look for what felt lost.
There was even a moment of great concern.
As if a spark of the Divine were something to render difficult.
*
Fewer utterances in favor of the song of God
along this most often chaotic expedition,
just may be the luckiest disappearance,
I didn’t know to ask for.
