Buried in the plans
On pages detached
Seen only when looked for –
For your information and more
As a person
As it were
Of a curious nature
Decolonized from the burial grounds
Where beds are made to lie in
To remove transparency from view
As a bit of consolation.
Every mistake is added to the resume
Never really knew what anyone was talking about anyway.
Nodding just came naturally.
Chorus got lost in unison during the sermon.
Couldn’t find the good word
Searched in the lows, highs of preacher’s swoon and swell
Became deaf just in time for the next hymn.
Found a discovery written into the quiet
Found an absence worth exploration
A loss filled with inventory.
No fun ever survives long.