A Homeless Prayer

A cool moist breeze blows gently from the western sky, high clouds form overhead passing through the night. It is said a storm is coming. My little square of green tin twirls wildly in the wind, a clapper high on its string strikes the tubes who sing. A song is played for the storm. Kittens…

Click. The sound of a spark, or the snap of a radio when you first turn it on. It could be the sound of nature like the beetle that goes click. Click. You’ve heard it before, you know what I mean, but I wonder… have you ever heard it like I hear it. Always just…

I’ve been this way before, different time and different place, alone, outside and lonely, amongst so many friends, searching for a newness amongst the same old thing. Was first as a child not past the first grade, my heart was hollowed out from the core as with a clade, and left to dry – I…

A young black girl dressed all in black, shimmering like the ebon sea at midnight. A short black dress barely covers her, temptatious charcoal thighs. She sits — the ebon sea parts revealing a shore of roses, petals spread and glistening of midnight dew. The flowers call to me, urging me to come…. closer, closer….

I sensed you were near but I could not see you, I could not hear you, the warmth of your hug did not stir my soul, your insight into the human condition did not engage me – that day. Still, something, perhaps an undeveloped sixth sense, a probe into the twilight of my existence, something……

Mothers’ come to visit in the middle of the night. There must be something unfinished, maybe there’s something more to say. Mothers’ come to visit from the other side of the grave. Mothers’ come to visit in the middle of the night, While I sleep I hear her speak, she only visits in my dreams….