Thanatosis
On holiness, high school, and forgetfulness.
By Dustin StephensPublished 7 years ago • 1 min read
Like
Share
I found God circling
the pilings of solar panels in
my high school parking lot,
a dragonfly frozen in his nail-
pierced palm.
“Just playing dead.”
He said, and went back
up in a cloud of forgetting,
for a nap,
for it was Saturday.
The seventh day
I’ve crossed the mile-
high ridge of this valley
only to look back
and lose myself in the grid
of yesterday. Only
one summer ago,
I was resurrecting
with the tree frogs
and the possums.
If Jesus’ feet touched
that pavement, is it now holy?
If the only land we leave flat
anymore is for
graveyards and parking lots,
did we make them holy ourselves?
About the Creator
Dustin Stephens
Love poetry, nature, people and alliteration. Love/Hate relationship with fast food chicken, form, and rhyming.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.