Walking Distance

This is an evening psalm
in the spring

Let go—a late-night
lamplight sending

up to holding out
Years ago

poor state, I raced
to claim an easement

slope & praised rain
poured like gratitude

Wrung like strength
the boat is safe

when the storm
moves on—

Through little skies
never gone

for long—& so this
psalm of the wakeful

state, song of drifting on

*

God, Matchmaker

I woke
from May’s marshes
remembering

the never-sent rsvp
big-tent Trinity
ceremony

forgotten
in the silencing
of their desiring—

saved—past regretting
the date
patient, chaste

*

Elizabeth Savage is the poetry editor for Kestrel: A Journal of Literature & Art.