Common Church Poem

  by Michael Lee Johnson

Sitting here in this pew

splinters in my butt

I spend hours in silent prayer.

I beg Jesus for a quiet life.

Breathing here is so serene.

Sounds of vespers, so beautiful

dagger, so alone, unnoticed.

You can hear Saints

clear their eardrums

Q-Tips cleanse mine.

I hear their scandals

I review mine.