Poetry

Meditation 26

by

Anne Brooke

You cannot bear
too much light.

Cover your mind
in the shadow

of the rock
and wait

for your skin
to hum with warmth

feeling the kiss
of the sun

as the best of me
passes by.

Meditation 28

by

Anne Brooke

Where you hoped to find love
you found only

regulations
obscure enough

that even God
might not uncover the meaning.

Feel them
slip across your skin

like small fish
in a wide river.

Watch them dance
downstream

out of your comprehension