the first few days

we burnt sage

smudged out the room

you bent the smoke to your hand

we talked of regaining our spirituality

and winning the lottery

dreams and chaos

love and chance

you held my face in

the frame of your memories

dug to the center of my eyes

found my deep fears

and embraced me anyway

we got high on peace

nestled in new age notes

watched vultures wheel

over the circle of life

the world turned

and calendars flipped

we were caught up in the movements

my heart played the first chord

of the year

and yours sang along.

Reviews

[Tink7]

That was really fun to read. Even with the more serious imagery, of fear and chaos, vultures, even of spirituality, there is the counterpoint of "lottery" and "dreams", of being "embraced anyway"... all of that.
Great picture too, of burning sage in a room... smoke being 'bent' to the hand-- that is just how it is, to use it. And music I could hear in the poem. Fine work, 'Ragtag Jesus,' thank you.

[RedChickPoet]

There are a few grammar & punctuation things I would change & add, but...

I really loved this. You have such a beautiful way of weaving moments of life with emotion and imagery. :) It was very touching to read.

[Anne Martin]

This is awesome, Brian! One of my favourites of yours.

"my heart played the first chord
of the year
and yours sang along"

That really spoke to me. Great work!