The Gathering Poem by r james sterzinger

a belief is god
keeps me on this wheel
my belief about love
tells me not to feel

I.

I sit alone today
I am going over
pages for a reading
a seminal cloud of gray
hangs over me
like an instant
like a target
did I really write this
what spiritus dids't inhabit me then?

the moment is broken
I go about to inquire again
did I really write this
was I this happy
this much under the spell of someone?

a belief in god
keeps me on this wheel
my belief about love
tells me not to feel

II.
something about this moment stands familiar
I have been down this corridor before
I see the light on the end of the hall
I shut it off
like feelings like life
I touch the bulb
it has begun to cool
and so have I
so have I



a belief in god
keeps me on this wheel
my belief in love
tells me not to feel

III.
I have a late lunch a cup of tea
it is darkening toward twilight
I think of you gone
I think of my broken relationships since
those dead those I wish dead
I take another sip of tea
it has grown cold
When me?

a belief in god
keeps me on this wheel
my belief in love
tells me not to feel