A shofar blown in an empty synagogue
— a pursed squeeze of ethereal meaningless
is the sound of my abject failure to pull her back onto the boat
A choking cough in the dawn adhan reminds me of those gasps
the sinking and the stillness
and the defeat of my best intentions
regrets climbing atop
most things when I pray
blocking the sun as they stretch and writhe
but cold prayers are better than none and those moments pressed flat
fill my empty flask with the warmest of things
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 9:12 AM UTC
A shofar blown in an empty synagogue
— a pursed squeeze of ethereal meaningless
is the sound of my abject failure to pull her back onto the boat
A choking cough in the dawn adhan reminds me of those gasps
the sinking and the stillness
and the defeat of my best intentions
regrets climbing atop
most things when I pray
blocking the sun as they stretch and writhe
but cold prayers are better than none and those moments pressed flat
fill my empty flask with the warmest of things
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