Psalms

Stefon Napier
Jul 24, 2017 · 1 min read

I look up at the things I think are you.

The graying clouds expand over the fields

To the south and I am sure that it is you in motion,

acting on some small prayer before the wind and the rain

come in.

And I am sure that it was you I saw in the morning,

Sitting among the trees and waking the light from where it

slept among the shadows like a subtle pregnancy.

And it was you that stirred my bones to laugh

as the water rushed to greet me as a young man

in the throes of a young joy when all burden fell from me

and I reconciled my earnestness for you.

Will you come before the cacophony takes me and

the years of my life are spent in the rashness of youth

and folly and I am lost from you utterly.

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Stefon Napier

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Writer, Poet. Illinois.

Poets Unlimited

Six Years of poetry-only publishing, PoetsUnlimited was a diverse, engaging and authentic poetry magazine. For most of that time a daily publication, it was always diverse and original, and free-to-read by all.

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