we did have those dreams didn’t we?
The ones that spill through our fingers now
prayer beads for the atheist
even as I lie in darkness, recalling
those freefloating days of yore
where the greatest concern was surviving Summer’s
bleary endless heavy bellied warmth
I know somewhere in this darkness
the opal of hope remains
mighty against frayed odds
how do I know?
When I see you laugh
at the stupidest thing
just as I did as a kid
a rounding, stomach ache kind of laugh
reminiscent of dandelion stains and
the sweet bitter taste of aniseed
staining our tongues red
like devils we stuck them out
nah nah nah
at the bloody world
and her turbulence
we’d yet to encounter
we did that again
I say to descending night
what if I strip off these damp clothes of middle age?
and dance like untamed spirit urging life’s return
beneath lawn sprinklers at dawn
pain be damned, grief be damned, loss be no more
my bed fellow
until the whole neighborhood wakes
and sees a girl
laughing like she can’t ever stop
surrendering beneath the wholeness
14 Replies to “Prayer beads for the atheist”
Absolutely beautiful! I’m so very struck by this one.
This poem brought a smile, remembering those days of youthful abandonment. Truthfully there are middle aged urges to still do that run under the sprinkler 😂💙
If I were your neighbor, I would gladly rise just before dawn to make sure the sprinklers would be on to tempt that child who still dwells within.
The only thing I can say is “Namaste!”
This is absolutely beautiful, I believe we all feel like this 💜💜
Yes I agree my friend I think at times we really all do xo THANK YOU! xo
ha ha ha! Perfect my friend!
If you were my neighbor I would be beyond happy because I would have a dear friend whom I could talk to and walk with and have loads of fun with as often as he could stand it!
I deeply appreciate you my friend
I so appreciate you and the same urge to live that way – let us never change!
Then I am glad because it makes me so happy if I write something you like xo
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