Only

[and every day]

empty.

I wake starved for more of you. Then

the day prevails, trouble

gathers about my feet, pulls on my leg, swirling

fury.

Life is loud and you God

are a quiet wind, but a whisper. I must earnestly and expectantly listen,

for you.

If only I would.

Start again.

Only and every

day

empty, keening for you.