You’re so far away,
Yet you’ve got my whole history all about you,
My eyes have never known drought since I met you,
And now my world is flooded, thanks too¿
You asked the other day
Why my face is a blue sky?
When yours is a blue moon¿
Why my poems never run dry,
Why my heart never made it to the ark,
Like the pain you’ve caused, I could fit in a box¿
Sometimes I wish I could tho, then I can scuttle it
And pray to God that it never be washed ashore!
When I look up, I think my father in heaven
Finally comprehends my pain to the core,
On earth, he never fully understood,
But now he sees everything.
Emmanuel “A penny for my tots”