Not everything we need
is granted. For instance,
there is the outhouse.
There is the boat
with its lock and oar.
When the sun shines
it says Love is brave.
We go and lie down
in our rooms
while calculating
the price of a bed.
Whose cries climb
the walls, dark-green
and braided with ivy?
From the bottom of the well,
a circle rimmed with light
is electric. Carve a number
with a side of chalk.
Tap out a message to that
prisoner our living
would most like
to survive.
In response to Via Negativa: Among the believers.