by Joan McNerney
Thirsty for blackness searching tunnels
tasting empty wells. How many times?
Ten times ten times ten. Ten thieves
have stolen our souls.
Lost in ignorance with plastic eyes
cosmetic sneers, they find illusion
in their own reflections.
Seven times seven times seven.
The shards of their mirrors are crushed.
Slivers of glass will be their food.
Many are lost to poverty stranded in
pools of despair. They crouch in
corners, eating the air of distrust.
Three times three times three
faith hope charity.
Which is the greatest of these?
Do you know true charity?
Tracing old constellations to find
nourishment. Though I have heard
the great silence, stood in golden warmth
filled with pure light…I am not yet free.
One times ones times one.
In wild hunger and thirst, starved by sorrow,
dressed in tears…searching for comfort.