Recollect
Sometimes the spirit isn’t there
The pressure of zeitgeist,
Although, maintaining
Sometimes it’s just a mortal day
With bread that burns and
Coffee spills,
Liquid things that stain
It’s a day for paying money that
Might or might not exist
(such is the way of penury
to make us all impoverished
mischiefs), though we have to
Try something
But then
The spirit’s always there
Always here
God is inclined to stay
Underneath the window sill
Or in the corner where
We pushed the table
(insert a cartoon image)
Ready to intrude
But staying everything
For reason and for love
Until we scrape the bread
And remember that in many places
Still
We can always raise the sash
Or make space in the corner
C L Couch
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