Dear Poet

Dear Poet

Dear Poet 150 150 Robin Merrill

I dreamt of you.
I walked into a church I’d never been to before.
And you were there.

And you were beauty as Beauty meant it:
no swagger, no shame.
And this was one weird church:

at least three stories of worshipers
some playing electric guitars
some drinking at a bar

some dining on gourmet fare
some just talking …
I tried not to stare.

I tried not to be afraid
and then you knelt to wash my feet
and you smiled supernatural

and though you didn’t say a word
I knew you were asking me to keep your secret.
How could you have been there

a million miles from where you spin and spit?
What could I do but smile back?
That’s what I do when I don’t understand something.

And as I left, you stood in the door,
so peaceful, so content,
and you raised your finger to your lips

so I beg you back, poet.
Dare to worship in the sun’s stare. Dare to seek
the waking truth. And I will see you there.


Robin Merrill

Writer. Editor. Performance Poet. Creative Writing Workshop Facilitator. I like to fill the fire with irons and then complain about being too busy. I currently serve as editor for World Outreach International and MindLife Success. My poetry, fiction, and nonfiction have appeared in hundreds of publications, including The Cafe Review, Ledge Magazine, Margie, Pearl, Spoon River Poetry Review, and Stolen Island Review. Three of my poems have been featured on The Writer’s Almanac with Garrison Keillor and I received an Emerging Artist Award from St. Botolph Club Foundation in 2013.

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