i pray, and
something keeps connection away.
sun shines. the world moves along.
tailored shirts, laundered and
thrown away. smell of cut lawn, and
even what is clear
seems unfinished.

water. our
saving graces, our
highways of faith.
through mesh and velvet
we tear things apart
and stand

torn and afraid,
beautiful and lost,
finding and someday found.

where the essence briefly appears, and then
beautiful and lost again.



prompt that inspired this