Poetry

John Michael Flynn – At Last I, You

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At Last I, You

Take them now

these hard coiling voices of mine

set them free

slip them into angelic waves

down each fathom that once held

them in line together.

 

I cannot stand myself any longer

recalling each act of violence

I’ve submitted to

and in response inflicting pain on others –

how serpents still rise in me

to broker repentance.

 

I remain here on this beach

shaped like an elasticized S hook.

I’m a knotted pitted length of rope

eroding in the shallows

after a storm

that has thrashed my bones.

 

Please know I won’t forget you.

I want you to witness me in prayer,

to see I’ll always find you

here at infinity’s edge

and you’ll coax me

forward into the undertow

 

our past

renewed by unsteady hands.

 

                                     JOHN MICHAEL FLYNN                                      

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