April 29: Elsewhere

by allisonkujiraoka

The yearning to land

on a soft bed of grace

To be at your mercy

such a sweet place

To unlearn the sorrows

of rejection and pity

Seize upon the truest word

climb the hill to that city

The clearest vision possible

no mirror-layered halls

I’ll wait in expectation for

the one who walks through walls.

Advertisements