#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
Is it cheating? Yes, I confess. This morning's
fingers frosted, I peeked,
lifting the needle threaded chalice pall, I dropped
my dry lips near enough, the rim of the ribbed cup,
opening my mouth asking into the - who? -
listening from the other side, the funnel for
forgiveness, please, for everything I broke
last night, for goodness and the spell of it I cast -
hear my sorries, my dailies, my hopes dashed
transgressions, every small significant, my fault
for controlling outcomes, my desire to trespass
where I am not called
All photos and words copyright Kelly DuMar, 2016