I do not think
I would invite anyone
to come and meet a man
who told aloud every
thing I’d ever done.

I might, instead,
invite him to lean
deep over the well;
inviting an accident; surely not
one more thing to tell.

This is how you make it
hard for me to linger
long under the noonday
haze; shivering heat
of your penetrating gaze.

Love is a low blow.
Lean in, you say, see,
deep underground living waters flow,
and I fall;
you have brought me low.

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing , and Whom Shall I Fear? Urgent Questions for Christians in an Age of Violence, both from Upper Room Books. She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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