Friday, April 28, 2017

This shelter business

After Psalm 91

This shelter business:
why, I don’t know, I see
the word shelter and I imagine
a desert of sand and searing heat
rocks burning at the touch
and heat of course the heat
a searing sun sucking coolness
from the ground
from my skin.

And yet this shelter, I find,
is a shadow arching over me
protecting me from heat
a refuge from dust and wind
a shield staring down the terror

a shadow
a cleft in the rock
sheltering me from enemies
sheltering me from others
from myself

Photograph by Rajesh Misra via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.

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