Poetry Issue 10

   Issue # 10: July-December 2008

Oliver Ortega

Psalm 39

      By what length by whose breath it is by what manner of
      By saying so having said so have I not the right to walk with you in your presence
      By this brook by these flowers I forcibly took by design by hand
      By your hand by my hands I took what we have chosen to overlook—
      By then it was no longer the same thing it is not
                   what you think it is though what you thought it was was it
      By then what we have been waiting for having waited long enough
      By this brook where strangers hands have shook I see
      By having loved by being loved by being this being maybe it is my being