Confession

We live in love 
with our wondering 

what it is we are 
and how we can quiet our moaning.

In the cavern we hear the echoes of our voices, 
and it is the echoes that are real, my friend.  



Joy comes from virtue, some would say, 
betraying to the world 
their desire for an equation...



When I had a child I realized I had been keeping all my hope

in a trunk beside the bed, 
a locked trunk called selfishness.  

I put a man in that trunk and pushed him over Niagara Falls 
just to see if he lived.  

I am not saying I know how to live life.  I do not.  
All one has to do 

to know this 
is to watch me.  It is obvious I have no idea what I’m doing.



—Nick Courtright