poetry among friends…

This is cross-posted at Mrs Metaphor today…just so’s you know.


the light surprised me
I thought it would be dark
murky and mysterious
but the sky was open
wide and airy

the scent was
as I had expected
heady and sweet
I closed my eyes
the priest walked
down the aisles
with soft footsteps
garments rustling
censer clinking
and I took it all into me


If only
I could photograph the scent
and the feeling I get
in my heart and head
when the chanting mixes in
washes over me
wave like
and whispering
and carry it always
in my right hand

©2010 adc

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