just waiting to move forward
when
the past gets in the way
you
stop.
the last time
He was with us,
was He listening then?
the time when I said
‘help is on the way’
were you helping?
Later after anger
it pleased me
to be pleasing to you
when those
who, being foreign,
would not care.
but they didn’t know
know me
or any of us
When we,
the sigher's
sighing
in an open vat
with an unpleasant
and ferocious
appetite
and they, the doer's,
makers, breakers and goons
hatch an escape
thence, Isaac,
the exodus will happen
just like that time
four thousand
grains of sand
ago.
Edited 5-29-23