Find Him
Find him
on the wide church lawns
in mid-pantomime, unshoed
unshaven a marionette in monolog
fingers wide and splayed
as wheel spoke
Find him
by the bowl of steaming soup
the simplicity of potatoes
cubed and bubbling in milk,
the one with wilderness eyes
and desert soles
he sees and knows
Find him
in the creases of her hands
where some still say
they see a path
By Reka Jellema & Brendan Bonsack
Copyright Reka Jellema & Brendan Bonsack
November 20, 2014