Warm blood spills on the chilled concrete floor
forming images discernible only to those who
need to see them at the precise moment they are
most desperate to be saved from insanity.
Ironic that such a horrific thing would bring
peace of mind, but it does in a world where people
feed on twenty-four hour newscasts
and water-cooler gossip.
I saw the Virgin Mary
in crimson on steel-gray
today, and knew that
everything would be alright.
photo by sethsnap. used with permission.
She sits on “their rock.”
The lake and her flowing chestnut hair
– childhood backdrops
and those of the proposal, here,
six months ago.
Elbows rest on knees; right palm
cradles chin. The other, bare,
drapes casually across her lap
– maturity’s model.
Shadows veil delicate features,
rendering eyes unreadable.
The midday sun catches a spark
in the abyss
like the diamond ring slowly sinking
to the lake’s bottom.
The Earth’s crust,
cold river water flowing
over my hand,
a girl’s beautiful singing.
at all that surrounds you,
both seen and unseen,
heard and not heard,