Thank you to Mark Antony Rossi of Ariel Chart for publishing my poem in the May issue.

https://www.arielchart.com/2020/05/holy-water-in-age-of-covid.html






Holy Water In The Age of Covid


The priests said

the world was ever right

if we sit with calm,

a bottle of holy water

run from the tap 

of our self-contained houses.


We left the rhythm of the womb,

and the rocking of the cradle

to learn the rocking of beats

until the silence exploded.

Wise men held their tongues,

as should those at the poker table.

People obsessed over 

the depths of their breath,

through their noses, their skin.


A haven of things discovered

within new messages 

of what the night told them,

and the day concurred.


There’s still thirst 

now that the wine has been drunk,

but that water from the tap is not only holy, but wet.