when

i kept my word and staked out your holy spots long enough for full immersion
where *your* Right dominated left and right
jaundiced justice euthanized mercy
and built edifices to itself for worship

why can't you meet me in the whens?

how long can you stay at those watering holes
full of bright outrage and opinion so airtight they
choke that which the profess to protect

why won't you meet me in the whens?

the mighty frameworks you are scaffolding only support half the world
and when they crumble the dance will continue, just reversed;
you and the Others will become Others and ewe
terrified of being sacrificed, and longing for the whens:

when rain falls from an expectant sky
but diffuses too softly to kiss the lake's surface

when ungifted kindness spreads its wings over a neighborhood without cause,
simply because its effect is literally the only direction left to move

when the marriage of suffering and glory is seen not as a construct but a clear description of What Is

when we sacrifice location to time
and time to Now,
supine in gods infinite exhale...

I’ll see

~
you

~

When