___, ___, Why Hast Thou

A poem

Photo & photo art; author’s own.

formed the insulating material of my personal vault
from the nimble fingers of thee, o’ absent One
& were I not ever forgettable
mere vibrating void,
more of divine spark —
my wonder
creature
bowed
at the table of myths
with its unborn axiom of grace —
I would blossom petal by petal
trembling in doubt
yet peaceful
unburdened
from my experiential adhesion
to wounded narrative specters;
lambent light…