We Are Bending

This room I've established as my own
Unthinkingly shaped into my soul's target
Bullseye
Unfortunate
That pile of laundry has taken over

Learning

I go

Not to teach
What God has said
To the generation before me

But to learn
What he is saying
To us

Similar

That homeless man
Sitting on the short wall
Paused in reflection
Looks a lot like my dad looks
When his mind has wandered
And he's looking off into the distance
Hands holding onto the bowl

Like I will look in a few years

Prayer

Sometimes sadness
Is the only prayer one has

Sometimes anger
Sometimes fear

What Is

What we have
Is unattainable