first words

(rediscovered poetry constructed from the first words of my journal entries over five months in 2011)

Life:
    Yesterday, church.
    Monday, hope.
              We... speckled rocks just
                        another all today
                             walked
                        God, God,
           today a slow earthquake
      Yesterday, today: love full/
 
          spent
                    today confusion
    a "Our Father" interfaith somehow
    Last yesterday, God.
               Yesterday I, "Maria." (many)
    Last, endless.
         I, oh, I, thinking I-ideas, I.

    Sunday how spent...
           We. This. Here.
            Doubting Thomas, sun-spots.

    Today, yesterday, God... there
                 on yesterday.

   I can't. After today, yesterday
                fuck.
       There, I.   These.
       I  we  a   I    my...
              One.
                 I, I'm there.
        heart-breaking
    I today today today
             

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