Backwater

sometimes we find ourselves
in a backwater town

and good explanations
hard pressed to be found

and yet the deepest of Love
hides in such hallowed ground

so many - for so many centuries
have on bended knee

said/planted sacred prayers
for so many you’s and me’s

and by fireside
in a smiling canine’s eyes

little tastes of heaven
asking/needing no reply

just an inside nod
and a silent smile…