this poem
is plenty
my camel cannot
carry more—
oil glistens on wood
be content with that
~
what if judgment comes
& i have not
witnessed
the kiss of wings—
the way sage forgives
have we hidden salvation
under the fig leaves
every body
knows
~
maybe the truth—
is buoyed
& all this
water is a sign
~
has anyone seen the dove
take down these fences
surely we can
share this bread
D Ellis Phelps is an author and artist. She lives in Bulverde.
