rising from the canyon

Words have not been showing up lately.

It’s a laughter that seems to be rising from the canyon.

*

I thought to look for what felt lost.

There was even a moment of great concern.

As if a spark of the Divine were something to render difficult.

*

Fewer utterances in favor of the song of God

along this most often chaotic expedition,

just may be the luckiest disappearance,

I didn’t know to ask for.