What I Thought About at Church
Men have made this from scratch:
it catches fire. Moves into life
between the self and a god –
whatever your idea of that may be.
Some morsel, a symbol broken
among friends and lovers, a body
shared, taken into the body, words spoken
to endear and reify.
The mantle of identity is a knowable overlay,
but before that, before the enclosure of self, go back
to the spark unblemished by definition.
It spreads, illuminating the night.
And see His feet float, drooping, insensate
hands flung wide, awaiting dispersal.
The body incandescent with longing,
a speck in the dark.
Siân Killingsworth is the author of the chapbook HIRAETH (Longship Press 2024) and her poetry has appeared in Blue Earth Review, Typehouse Literary Journal, Stonecoast Review, Glass: A Journal of Poetry (Poets Resist), Mom Egg Review, and elsewhere. She has an MFA in poetry from The New School, where she served on the staff of Lit. She is the social media manager for Rise Up Review.
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