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.

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