← v21n2, Fall 2022
Poetry · Volume 21, Number 2

And calls out, protests, screams.

—Do you still have the notebook where

You kept a list of future saints who

Repented their denials, since you’ve

Often wondered who will answer, after all,

The call, after being thrice-asked?

—What word have you found that can be

Shouted the loudest, belief or disbelief,

Belief or unbelief, belief or misbelief,

Who can deny the winds their change of

Direction, who stands there to witness?

—You weren’t the only one in line at the lost

And found and lost again counter, plenty of us,

Most of us suspending our credence in order

To understand the ecstatic, pain’s gone,

Fear’s gone, and all that is left is the future.