Look, Hear And Speak Poem by Tyovihi Terwase

I watch them congregate
bedecked in their best
(black usurps jewel-toned
intentions)
they look to the cantor,
to the stained glass
to throw a prism over
pallid brows

to fill the tractor
with daisies instead
of the mortar and bricks
that would actually
fortify their house

and I ask them
to look around,
below sea level,
where everyone floats
in the same suspension
and everyone's eyes
burn in unison
when one fool
kicks up a wave

look around
because forever
isn't locked in the holy ark,
or pinned to a cross

it's asking how are you
and really hearing the response.