Some Nights

Some nights I'm struck with unnamed longing.

Something familiar.

Cutting.

Old.

Beyond reach of thought or memories,

an indelible impression upon my heart.

I respond.

Hands outstretched to the One as they slice vegetables-

grasping His as I walk to the store.

He is always with me, and yet-

I traverse this life unaware.

The shock of awesome weightiness amidst miles of blank stares.