Found This Poem

in my journal from this year – here is the draft, unedited.

i don’t know
if you know this

but i want you
to love me

to hold me

like a monk
cradling his
sole possession

a begging bowl
of brass

all he relies upon
for food
for drink

the brass
rubbed to a shine

bright enough
to illuminate

the darkest hours
and last

as many lifetimes
as it needs to.

-j.woods 2011