Wild Goose Poetry Review, No 34, Spring 2018
I’M NOT RELIGIOUS
But I’d like to find a church
where I could stand in a pool of light
as if at a river’s edge or sea side cliff.
I’d like a gust to spread arms open,
embracing, being embraced
with all hungers staid.
Though I’m too skinny, a blade of grass,
my soul is big boned & I could be
a gospel singer. I could have a voice
with enough arms
To hold the wretched & the not wretched
living in a world where appearances
don’t reflect the deepest selves.
I’m not religious, but if I could
find that church, I’d enter, purely greedy,
take the veil & never leave
Author’s Comment: The poem “I’m Not Religious” came about as if channeled by the writer meditating on the title, a statement which anyone might make conversationally, yet hopefully the reader finds that the language, theme of the poem, a striving for kindness, actually contradicts the title.
Bio: Stephen Mead is an Outsider multi-media artist and writer. Since the 1990s he’s been grateful to many editors for publishing his work in print zines and eventually online. He is also grateful to have managed to keep various day jobs for the Health Insurance.