In Between

In Between

Sometimes, large

swaths of time

are lost in

queues,

listening to

the elevator

music of

call centers,

waiting for the

truck to arrive,

watching

furniture,

holding the pen,

holding the form,

holding the phone

as it burns

your ear.

Anything is

better than

this.

And then

you come

through.

And forget

this eternity

the next time

it comes

around.

Image: Martin Lostack of Unsplash

April 29, 2021

#NaPoWriMo2021 No. 29

Eternal Life

by Justine C. Tajonera

No one has to have
eternal life
or heaven
on earth.

No one has
to believe.

But I could,
I could.

I could take this bread
and drink from this
cup
and honor
the divinity
that resides
within me

and I am free
to hold you in
my arms

and love you
and see forever
now.

(Feb. 28, 2010)
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The Temple

By Justine C. Tajonera

My version of heaven:
a leafy place with the
wind rustling secret
gardens, deep pools
tucked in
unexpected niches.
A place to be still.

Would a star have
desires?
It does not circle
anything.
Rather, its own intensity
and strength
draws matter into
its sphere.

Would it look longingly
at an imperfect
existence
where it is important
to find time,
where consequence
follows action?

Is it really rest
that I long for?
Or bringing worlds
into being?
And why
why would it
matter?

If I reached out
in the darkness
would I find you
or only a fragment
of myself?

Surely, surely
that day will come
as even, now,
I fold my
mortal hands
in prayer.

(Dec. 17, 2009)

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