beyond my peripheral vision*
he stands on the circumference of life
i turn my head to see him, move to feel him
but he doesn’t see me
he walks around in a world of his own creation
trying to avoid individuality, though it finds him
swearing at the wind of his mindless apparitions
he sits next to me and I reach out to touch him..
i can’t.
his father’s church does not intimidate me
i come and pray at his altar
a rosary of unknowing, seeking to find redemption
in the son’s sacrifice.
i haven’t seen his resurrection but he told me that it exists
and i wonder if he knows that while he stands on the outside
of a world created for us
i look into the eyes of the stars
for answers
praying to our God for a whisper of hope.
i stand clear of him as i see his shy walk
through the garden of edification
i don’t feel worthy of his grace and yet
he smiles at me as if to say come closer
and i move closer to feel him
i reach out my hand to touch his…
i can’t.
*line from 32 Flavors by Ani DiFranco
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