seeking solace- by E.H.Cato
I turn over the ground the sharpen stones
with barren hands. i yearn for the simple gemstones
composed of rose quartz, amethyst, tigers eye, sea shells
i grab up fistfuls of grassy dirt
a five leaf clover drops into my lap.
i had never heard of one before.
i dig some more
outside of the virgin marys stone chapel.
i’m seeking solace
carved by bre boned hands.
i dig even deeper to find
the remains of my true lovers heart-
bloodied by battle scars.
i wonder aloud about my dipshit divorce
about why my marriage failed?
of why i am – was- is -am -always
never good enough
or semi precious gemstones
at least i kept
the five leaf clover.