Meditações - You're crucified on the hands of a clock

A blank page is a place to list the creation

we weren't given. A shopping list of eternity

where we're never too sick to swallow fresh blueberries

and where the dance never ends.

A blank page is a paper bird to fold up and fly.

I can't change anything but I am a poet

and if I can't trust God I must speak

for the world and my friends.

Want more. Want so much more.

Test each day and night for ripeness

like a melon at the market.

You're crucified on the hands of a clock,

pull out those nails.

I'm throwing you a rope of words.

Hold on.

Julia Vinograd