Reflection

Reflection

Tyler Wettig

In a glint of many hours, I shall
want for everything of the flesh,

with a keenness for the cross
by cool of day. Here: bring a garden

to my feet and ask no questions—
for in the beginning, there is denial.

When I stave my communion,
tell me that even Jesus had supper.

When my ears are closed, play Richter’s
dexterous Handel (the organ concertos).

Death, my love, is a buil on the wailing
wall of our quintessence. Then, look:

I am up from contrite—out of sin,
and into light.

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Tyler Wettig
Poet & Teacher

Tyler is a poet and former teacher. His latest chapbook is American Darkness (Third I Press, 2023). Tyler's website: www.tylerwettig.wordpress.com.

Photography by Diana Sparkle