Thursday, December 4, 2014

THE UNCREATED LIFE

You considered looking around.
The windows across the room were open,
but you were keeping your words safe
for the visitor.
What might have happened
had already happened
and no longer seemed important.
You had moved through plenty of stories
before you surrendered,
and the voices and hands that took over
fit the comfort of light.
Escape routes shaped
the created world,
and the outside is a herald of mercy.