Day Eighteen #NaPoWriMo2019
By Alex McGehee
My lamentation for you
Is in nearly everything.
Perhaps not
The color pink,
or, the orange of a sunset.
Not in the cool sands of Seattle’s beaches,
Or in bellydancing in a room lacking floorspace.
No, you are not in the candles, carefully lit by Catholics,
Though you were with me for Chanukah, and taught me prayers
Only Buddha knew.
You found the sound of Arabic sung
So beautiful, panting in delight,
Ears high in happy, attentive, listening.
You are in my mindfulness, in every step I arrive in,
In my breath, and in the spaces without breath,
You are.
