Kathleen Sheeder Bonanno
The Unitarian Society Of Germantown - Poem by Kathleen Sheeder Bonanno
The church is a big wooden boat,
Dave and I in a corner,
as the rain drops patter
through the dark outside.
Hold on tight,
says the kindly moon face
of the minister.
But we can smell our own sweat.
We roll our eyes and moan
and grapple for position.
One by one, the others
press their bodies against us,
we tire and lean in
to their patient animal breath,
to wait it out together.
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