Expectation by Matthew ZangenYou live unreal in sound
with no ears, familiar
as a prayer; loud as a mountain,
glacially aware. You can never hear
how we sowed years into sand
like water picked by hand.
We carried ourselves up, down
with one foot always falling
again, again,
again
again
again
a knock at every door;
we were promised
an answer in the wood,
the root, or in the moving
and there isn't
any secret but living"
you answered,
like you were always there.
Now weeks flood days
from second hands
pushing on walls
like glass,
like urgent glass
we plough a quiet
canyon
for your enormity
10/04/2023 Posted on 10/04/2023 Copyright © 2024 Matthew Zangen
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