The Feast – POETRY CHURCH

I’ve been gone awhile
But I’m alright
I’m not asleep
At this table of thankfulness
I just died a little bit
Thankfully dead
Dead to a life that once
Held me like a prison cafeteria
Freedom is not what I thought
It’s better
And a little more disorienting
Like a familiar market
When they change the location
Of the bread aisle
And the wine aisle
Oh, look at that…
Fresh fish!
And sweet potatoes!
Mushroom soup!
And wasabi
To open a sinus passage
Like an empty tomb
Wake you right up
Welcome to the feast
It’s good to be home
With my family
Again

About The Author

Matt Beard

Matt Beard is an artist most known for his paintings that portray hundreds of locations across the length of the entire California coastline. He spends weeks at a time alone in his van traveling the state and looking for new vistas upon which to plant his easel. All that time on the road has really messed with his head, and so he’s taken to writing poetry as a way to cope with his increasing anxiety about parking tickets or overnight camping violations.

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