Until We Arrive at a Radical Simplicity by Daniel Edward Moore

Until We Arrive at a Radical Simplicity

                                                                                         Lynda Hull

Circle the body’s sad regrets like a Quaker meeting with rose spike gloves

so the hand that pierced your soul like steel may bloom into oblivion. 

Think about that photo of Merton’s face smiling next to mine 

as we watch the world struggle to decide if foreheads are for kissing, 

and if flour fingered at dawn’s red break into the body of Christ 

is why swallowing grapes crushed by hate will cause a DUI. 

Ponder the sunset, only, until darkness claims the sky, inhale 

the last flame like a Buddhist monk who couldn’t stand the cold. 

Let’s use the past like a midnight condom singing the future safe, 

praising the god of latex love for some touch & go with bliss. 

Daniel Edward Moore lives in Washington on Whidbey Island. His work is forthcoming in I-70 Review, Passengers Journal, Watershed Review, Flint Hills Review, Sugar House Review and The Main Street Rag Magazine. His book “Waxing the Dents,” is from Brick Road Poetry Press.