In secret

IMG_0864You tiptoed and

I heard.

Crawled stairs that I might listen.

Your voice,

the way that you evoked God,

had conversations





From whom

do I get this—

have I learned to go there

facing east in prayer, or

sitting in pews of

blind faith?


I commune because of


I saw you through the cracks/Under the door

did the light show/your voice

echoed like church bells ringing San Miguel skies.


I listened

‘til I slept.

Forgot I’d snuck there

outside your door.

6 thoughts on “In secret

  1. Sometimes silence is the only worthy response to your writing Siah and sometimes it’s the image, in its totality.

    Silence pervades and bows before you, as do I.

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