from the Clearing Poems

excerpt from 18
where is the lord without his cross dragging through the grass
where is the predator you dream?
what has passed through the clearing pauses through you what
passes leaves its scars

there is no pride left in what you are time has not moved toward
you it slips by
your flesh is busy falling apart so that another will circle your
bones with these thoughts

you begin to know the lord's step that familiar sound behind he
wants nothing of you
he follows you for the day you want something of him there is
nothing necessary here

you could be wrong sound can fool you among the aspen and
there's light everywhere
this is a place you can say anything and anything is false this is a
place you can't go wrong

-Patrick Friesen