Elegy in Ideograms

Instead of anger, we said: we will find
old trails through mountains refusing passage.


Instead of sorrow, we said: even God’s tears
are too hot for the caldera our hearts.


Instead of hunger, we said: now you will feel
your large intestines consuming the small.


Instead of fear, we said: not even your hands
can cut off our greater desire for air.


Instead of perhaps, someday room at the table, we said: if
the yeast goes to work, everything should rise with the dough.


In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.

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