Scavenged Lines

collecting all yesterdays / as they built up one by one

   Passenger, "When We Were Young"


Is a prayer a gift, or a petition, / or does it matter?

   Mary Oliver, "I Happened to be Standing"


We stood

Steady as the stars in the woods

So happy-hearted

And the warmth rang true inside these bones

As the old pine fell we sang

Just to bless the morning

   Ben Howard, "Old Pine"


I scavenge lines like a maimed and shipwrecked man searching for salvation in whatever has been salvaged by the sand