Alan Inman- Three Poems

Head, Not Tail

If only I can believe

(and I know I can)

with trusting as I should

then the promises

of holy writ

come true again

then what was supposed to be,

what should be,

will then be.

 

Realization

My eye opens to truth

in moments before it matters

but better than too late

As ancient words

rise up to meet my eyes

that never made sense before

And I travel to the last

verse, buried deep.

 

Cubits

I don't know what a cubit is

but I know the story of faithfulness

told to me in the steamy

old church room

I know the story of being the last

decent man on earth

then rocking and swaying

for 40 days and 40 nights.