Mecca | Robert Wright
out of a closet forty-five years wide
(i am not one for grand entrances)
and shade my eyes from the light.
with no guide
down a hallway two years long
turning every doorknob
flipping every switch
to find the secret to make Him love me.
into a black hole five years deep.
bloody hand over bloody hand
to the top.
on the ground
down a highway twenty-two hours long
to find the magic.
into a river twelve months long
only to see the magic disappear.
from here to there to him to him to him
never finding a spot that is safe
enough to rest.
My pilgrimage (an exercise in narcissism my therapist says)
my broken dreams and disappointments
burning lactic acid in the muscle of my aching heart.
Robert Wright is a health care attorney in Little Rock, Arkansas.