pilgrim (were you the where)

John Fry

I was walking when
there was this edge

that was a problem for
words went missing &

dressed in sackcloth & ashes
I needed more than a gust

of god—in what wind
blown upon an ember—to believe

in more than a word
like loneliness was

(dancing inside my chest
where no one saw)

I this hole in the
heart do you still

shine in the dark
did you want

to be found
I fell in