Cracked doorways into darkness and thirst
Palpable heat in quiet discontent…
Tables strewn with random yearnings
Bereft eyes gleaming with crisp loss!

 We sit at table without food or drink
Open hands seeking solace and strength…
Spoken words of wayward wanderings
Are you?   Am I?  Are we? – WHO are?

 Feigning not fallen-ness in gentle waking
Stolen memories from careless disrepair
Foreign familiars seep through subtle waves
In seesaw tides of worlds we share.

 Am I your shadow, behind or before?
Are you my dream or bitter curse?
What distance is there in a moment
When the particular scandalizes?

 I know you not, but yet I do
Do you see where I have been too?
Would that we could sustain the NOW
Where boundaries fail in soothing sway!

 6/24/15 tpt

  Based upon a St. Vincent DePaul Home Visit experience