Elbow Grease

Photo by Jeremy Yap on Unsplash

He tosses his life’s work in Tuesday’s trash
and corkscrews down a hole of despair,
alone and unknown, certain companionship
is an illusion.
                         Love circles bedside, quiet-like,
stirring just enough to be a presence,
relieving pressure, uncramping space
with a sacred spine of focused not-doing,
a special kind of elbow grease.
                                                        Prayer is
a mystery. There’s no point in thinking
about it or even using words.

Mike Wilson

Mike Wilson’s work has appeared in magazines, including The Gravity of the Thing, Mud Season Review, The Pettigru Review, Still: The Journal, The Coachella Review, and in his book, Arranging Deck Chairs on the Titanic (Rabbit House Press, 2020). He resides in Lexington, Ky.

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