Saturday, March 14, 2020
Overheard at Table 3: Poem for Another Day
POEM FOR ANOTHER DAY
Someone someday will tell you that Jesus does not save.
I took desire from another day
Put it in my pocket just to save
a few pennies on the train
but then I turned and realized that the
ticket had already been paid.
Now I sit at the window watching the world flying by,
the ruins of castles on the hillsides,
build by hands of serfs who've long since died,
and I know that they had the same desire as I,
to live and love and eat and be satisfied,
and be satisfied.