Pilgrimage

see it     wells hidden
parking lot is now a small childhood
no other place looked so strangely funny
rebuilt way to touchpad with reality
	i walked down
	all my current turmoil
		going through offended that it’s
		so high up in an office building
			the comforting child’s hands
			dreary drapes closed in a front window

kids grew up coffee in their energy hours
caught the bus to now until i
made it back alive     but still
	bought a shrine
	memory parked inside a gas station
		forced myself inside
		the glass of a window pane
		bone inside a reliquary
		in a shaky chapel for unbelievers

kids grew up coffee in a vacant lot
outside the cardboard fence surrounding the brides of a spanish mansion
hope landing live as a subway ride
inside the clouds that sway under the sea
	the past is a shell
	through sharp mouths
	of dog teeth
	you can never get used to

from Yew Nork (2014)