Overflow, Andrew Wyeth
Hold tight to me now, for
You remain you, My Heart.
And I? I remain unchanged.
The arc of the flesh glows emerald.
The surging breath pumps amber.
For you, My Heart, I sing
A song entwined in healing.
But, then… what song isn’t
A search for a cure?
I grasp for images, dressing them
With my humid fingerprints.
I sweep my gaze across the bare window.
Where am I? What do I want?
This Here is mine.
I fill my mouth with the nurture of it.
In a distant Here,
A woman waits, watching the clock.
Which do you prefer? She says.
The past, or the future?
I want to ask,
Don’t I have another choice?
Ancient prayers still harbor powers.
Carry me across the river.
I open the doors to you,
My Temple.
I breathe my prayers for
Earth. Air. Sky.
Carry me…
What will I do once I've received?
