COUNT THE DAYS
since the last time you told the story
since the children crossed the billowing sea
since you left that narrow corridor
since you craved the tastes of home
since the last time, last chance, last change
since the last cigarette you stubbed-out, unfinished
until a hand slips into yours and tugs
until you notice you're walking unfamiliar ground
until the words pour down like rain
until synaesthesia rewires your senses
until the next incarnation begins
until this ship carries you safe to shore
Today's prompt at NaPoWriMo invites the writing of poems which use anaphora -- repeated words or phrases.
This poem draws on a lot of different things, among them the story of the Exodus and midrash about how we experienced the revelation of Torah at Sinai.