Following Myself Home
by George Bishop
I watched you slow down as you passed
each dark church, careful not to touch
the brake pedal, to give away your passion
for the shadows of stained glass. I saw
your head swivel like a chalice along
some unearthly alter rail, and no doubt
you were thinking of heaven and hell,
how you’ve never visited either one
and can describe them better than your
own privacy. You still hadn’t noticed
me in the dust of your imaginary mirror
as you became fixed between forests,
the absence of street lamps burning off
your fragile sense of direction. You began
to laugh uncontrollably at every idea
of turning back, then to weep into each
message the dead stars were spreading.
Finally, a sign letting you know nothing
except you’re now far enough away
to know you’re nearly there, thankful
that I hung back, got there before you.
This is the kind of miracle I’ve been
hiding in you, the kind you can’t prove
and wouldn’t if you had the chance.
George Bishop is the author of five chapbooks. His full length collection, Expecting Delays, was published by FutureCycle Press in January 2013. Recent work appears in New Plains Review and Commonline Journal. Forthcoming work will be featured in The New Poet and Cold Mountain Review. Bishop attended Rutgers University and now lives and writes in Saint Cloud, Florida.