The First Tool
the first tool
is time.
mimicking
God’s dark
bones, time dips
dry toes
in new
crevasses
of pain,
wet with scars.
time hurts
my closed eyes—
moving
achingly
quickly
like pulsing
beats from
deep, ancient
hearts near
fear. time bends,
changing
slowly,
then all at
once; the
flickering,
conscious
arrival
of God.
Maggie is a queer Christian poet who is passionate about creating new perspectives on faith through her poetry. She reads and writes poetry that explores reality via unique imagistic language and metaphors. She also loves outer space, fashion, and Georgia O’Keeffe’s watercolors, and works in marketing for a publishing company in Boston, MA.