I absorbed your lovespeak
and woke from the dead
for a year, then
poof, you were gone
the great bridge of skies didn't
take me to you...
I would have come, though,
had it meant sailing the sewers
my strength, when you vanished,
faded fast, like last
light on the veranda windows
a man preaching on the corner
asked me, "¿Dónde está Dios?"
"Where is God?"
I knew, and told him
he shook his head, disappearing
...like you, into the great
whirlwind that snatches men and houses,
hurls them up, up, up to
the pitch-black sky
--Jo VonBargen 2011
