You went there for comfort
and they changed the words.
It was like someone changing the words
to the song your mother sung you to sleep with
or the first song you learned by heart.
It was just enough to let you know
that you are no longer part of them.
The rhythm of the prayer,
the motion of the hand
the way the body knows when to stand.
This place both familiar and not-
like going to the house you used to live in,
standing by the road,
and pointing saying
“this used to be mine.”
blue sky infinite 