SAY IT’S WITH A POEM
Say that every human being
is born with a mystery, a vessel that
hungers and thirsts.
Say no one explains this mystery right away
and each one tries to fill the void with
which, of course, never work.
Say there is a great divide
and although omniscient and omnipotent
The One Who Satisfies must find a way
to communicate. A great Lover who is
limited nevertheless to finding ways
to reveal Himself (or Herself: the grammar
is itself limited).
Say sometimes a magnificent sunset will do it,
but usually it’s with words.
He has to use the right language, of course;
it’s His fault (there being many).
Say someone hears their name in a song.
Say it’s a halting, hesitating, most definitely awkward
kind of song—a poem.
Say it’s with a poem, and say someone hears their name
like it’s a personal love letter.
Say it’s no accident.