It is easier to love broadly and generally,
to see the face of God in every being,
to keep the details at a distance like when you kind-of
half cross your eyes and everything becomes just
A little
bit
fuzzy.
The ‘I love you when I see you clearly’
is so much harder,
when you notice the stains on his teeth,
that crap in the inside corner of his big toe that’s
probably been there for years,
and
the guarding that keeps him always ten to
twenty
steps
back.
When he is fuzzy, you can keep him there
a little ghost-like and unreal
But,
the moment you steady your gaze
you see him, so
so
so very
Far
Back
Your arms stretch out of their own accord.
The craving for something real and solid
breaks that blaring siren right open,
like the hungry heart
weeping in its desire for communion.
You crave him
like the starving lust after
any food placed in front of them.
Your arms shatter your searching,
body puddling your weeping need
tears spill the Earth in surrender until
you are yielded back into the soil from which you arose.
© Sabrina Santa Clara, 2015