Sunday, July 31, 2011

Incomprehensible Divinity

It is Sunday morning and
before Mass,
turning on the stereo
for some radio news,
I find, neatly folded,
the brand new black
cotton top
that last week
I spent a quarter hour
fruitlessly seeking

It blended in with
the color of the speaker
and I walked past it
for days

Touching the smooth
fabric makes me
laugh at my
very human

And smile with
this miniature
that what we most
want is only lost
when we fail
to listen

Copyright 2011

1 comment:

the sweetest boat-builder said...

Lisa, this is absolutely beautiful. I love it. Love your words.