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,

to live
and love
and eat,

and be satisfied.




MR
2020-0311