A Stone Dwelling

In my flailing
In my wailing
In my anger
In my running

You are never further
than the reach of my hand.

The distance I think I feel from You
is more likely the padding of my self-protection
when You don't show up in my short sighted demands
my earthly ultimatums.

Perhaps You are allowing 
the shallow house I've built
to fall.

My desperation
My frant…