Monday, January 14, 2008
Prayer for the Morning
I watch for you like a dark cloud on the horizon;
like a gathering storm, you are coming to shroud me in darkness.
When I think of you, my belly kicks.
I throw off my clothes, and wait to be consumed.
Like counting the seconds between lightening and thunder,
I count down the days until you come
only to leave, only to come again;
only to leave again,
only to come, again.