Mixed

Church Hill

I reconcile today
the mishmash
that left a residue
of coarse memories.
my legs are too shaky,
and I cannot explain
why they will rather dance
than depend on a branch.
every two days
I must send proof
that I have been to
the mountain of the lord to pray,
as if I cannot lie to you
and be true to myself.
do not be led astray.

Younglan Talyoung