Holy Spirits

I have holes
I’m leaking bits
of me everywhere

It’s surprising
anything’s
left

I mind
the gaps
seek stoppers

What I wouldn’t give
for a cement mixer
and trowel

But even cement
cracks
What then?

Perhaps I can
find one hole
to love

Praise it
for the way
it lets light in

how it bravely
opens itself
each day

to a world
of foreign objects
Put aside

my contempt
for its hunger
its unending

desire
for fullness
Accept it

as kindred spirit
one that can’t
keep it

together
continually travels
on empty

Published by asaur