Monthly Archives: November 2019

Down Broadway on Sunday morning

Down Broadway on Sunday morning

It’s early,
Sunday-speaking,
as I drive down Broadway toward the Bay.
I drive, I pray,
searching, finding that empty place inside me
where She lives.

I settle in, and then
I pass the tents, crowded together
In the park,
folks moving slowly from the ground
where they spent Saturday night.
Cigarette smoke rises over their heads:
a little bit of comfort to start the day.

My prayer, then?
It’s hard to find that empty place inside me.
She is murmuring,
“I’m here,” she says.
She has settled in on the grass next to the tents,
searching for a bit of comfort, too.

Mary Elyn Bahlert, 10/31/2019

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