You have all gotten
so so quiet
Since I have last met you.

Everyday
you talk
communicating
through waves
that aren’t audible.

It’s a little scary.
All of you are shells.
I don’t know what happened to you
But I pray for you.

Selectively, I face the window
(at noon when I wake)
and hum a blessing
because I care.

And yet again there is a mystery;
since I pray, I am good,
since I care, I am good,
since the dawn, I’ve been good.

And yet
and yet
and yet.

Since there is reason
it is no longer inherent
since I’ve kissed you good night
there is failure,
eternal.