Attempting poetry

To take one word

From the rubble of my thoughts

And give it wings to reach

Another’s heart.

To hear the music

Under the music

And play it back

In lucent syllables

To reach for the far thing

And find it

Waiting

Near.

To struggle into joy

Because it hides

Between one breath

And the next.

To wrestle with holiness

In Jabbok-like defeat

And sing

With crippled tongue.

Learning to let go

In order

To hold on