I dare project
I cannot stand before the throne.
I look behind
and there I find
He’s there; we’ve never been alone.
How I want!
And yes, I haunt
some places I have not yet seen:
at any age
on every page
and all of everything between—
But how absurd
to think he lets us leave his sight.
It’s in his hand!
Time’s falling sand
becomes our moments, day and night . . .
Photograph “What Fence?” © 2018 Timothy Waugh