Bible Commentary Mania

In a manic down-sizing frenzy,
my Mom moved into an apartment
and accidentally put her Bible in storage.

The first calm morning on the balcony,
open on her lap, a Bible commentary.
The thing was hefty.

She read aloud,
“‘Psalm 118.

David.
His men.
Adoration.
Lamenting the king.

Surrounding foes,
sufficient name,
strong right hand.

The stone,
the day
and the Coming One.’

This isn’t working,” she laughs.

But I’m not feeling up to complete sentences,
so I’m grateful for these poprocks of sense,
these firecracker signifiers.