Friday, April 07, 2006

Dear Jesus

If I walk a shore
inadvertently step
into a stalking wave

will I
ascend as though
climbing a ladder to

Toronto in the rain
Queen Street stripped
for spring

the hooker outside Eaton Place
praying at the feet
of every dry parking garage


Each day a stone is moved
from the grave
of another coffee cup

the twisted keyhole
in another locked
and fortified door

and the body is gone
creating the void
of mystery


dear Jesus
I could climb waves all day
and still never qualify

for a gold VISA card

5 comments:

Michelle e o said...

Really good! I like the image of "the hooker outside Eaton Place
praying at the feet
of every dry parking garage" especially.

Jill said...

i like this too. all of it. esp "the body is gone creating the void of mystery." profound.

Tara said...

Toronto is such a great city to walk about in. The streets in and around the Theatre district especially up to the Museum of Natural History.

This evokes my memories of that so well.

Michael Parker said...

This is wonderful.

H. W. Alexy said...

Thanks everyone,
still wandering through
the creative wilderness.
Right now, the walk
is an on/off switch.
Never know what's what.