I said, "In my childhood room I cried myself
to sleep every night believing God was absent,
not realizing that God was the room."
She said, "And look at how many rooms
you have in your house today."
I added, "Though I tire myself out with
the preponderance of dark thoughts
and what seems to me to be their endless
repetition."
She said, "You do such a great job
of taking the mystic's advice, greeting
them at the door, laughing."
I said, "Even the taste of laughter
in my mouth turns bitter with the
sorrow on the face of my neighbor."
She said, "Kiss me, so I can taste it
and then we can make brownies together
and take them next door to share."
A Thread You Follow 