My Versions: Medieval Acrostic

by Jacqueline Osherow

Jealousy? Homage? Longing? Superstition?
All I know is: I want to join those guys,
Calling God’s name, writing their own
Quietly, in steady pieces, as if praise
Unmasks the giver as it goes along,
Existing and singing simultaneous.
Let me in, guys – even if I am wrong.
I’m not fit for unremitting chaos.
Nudge me when another cornered word
Escapes as firmament the moment it’s uttered.

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