Poem#8 – Revelations at Junaluska
Today’s prompt comes from Nikki Magennis.
“What I would like you to consider is lifelines – what we rely on when we’re incapacitated. What we use to comfort ourselves, to connect ourselves to the outside world. What do you hope will save you?”
Revelations at Junaluska
I want to sink beneath
the flannel and down with
Sanchez and Cisneros
an audience of embers
and only the distant memory
that there are six billion other people
in this world
Electric air reminds me of you
but can I afford such memories?
Two hundred miles may as well be
two million
when the snow capped mountains outside
resemble our last conversation
Three-thirty a.m. and its still snowing.
I have come here to search for answers
because that is what men do
travel aeons into the wilderness
return to civilization weeks later
more confused than ever before
or even worse
with the wrong answers
like Moses
I would make a pilgrimage to
your Mecca place my faith
in your Quran
if I thought God to be any less
than who she really is
but here,
on this day without a shrine,
electricity or phone
there is only the hiss and spark
of the fire
a pen and blank page
and all the promise
of a new beginning
Stopped in to let you know that your poem was published today on my site. Thanks again for allowing me to share it! Peace.