Look
when I start talking to God again
I’ll say
look at the black trees sprouting
white lace look at the stars
in their fields
and he’ll look
nobody ever
looks
that’s nice they say
without looking
I was gone so long
god am I glad you’re still here
God have I missed you
Bryana Joy
Bryana Joy is a writer, poet, and full-time artist who makes her living sending illustrated snail mail letters all over the world. She spent her childhood in the Middle East and is currently in the middle of a one-year sojourn in York, England with her husband. Her poetry has most recently appeared or is forthcoming in The Ekphrastic Review, Fathom, and The Sunlight Press. Bryana takes delight in thunderstorms, loose-leaf tea, green countrysides, and the music of Johann Sebastian Bach. Her work can be found online at www.bryanajoy.com.
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