Three Moments
Often, I go looking
For patterns, for pleasure, for grace, for inspiration, for a minute alone
Often, I go looking
For God, for a clue, for a salve, for salvation, for god-knows-what
Often, I go looking
For orange lilies, for the perfect kati roll, for the slow motion saint, for spinning green-and-yellow tops, for a wobbly bridge
In distant streets, gray predawn, lonely markets,
Under the table, in awkward corners, over crumbling honeysuckled walls