Being Asked While Walking Home If I Think I Have A Spirit By A Missionary Of The Church Of God

      Imagine first
(I bet you’re glad
you stopped me)
there are geographies
in the way heart
race becomes
a patch of plum growth
roaring updraft
pink and bruise
purple in whispered coins;
bishops in form
but not in content meeting
(mitred as the spikes
of cathedrals point
like babies’ fingers
into heaven’s
Shiva blue)
under the fleece of water
ragged as a broken train;
stained by autumn and long
as Yellow River bailing
in twenty browns
into Jinxia from the falls.
How can I tell you—
when I am just
a body walking home—
if there’s not one
who walks before me?
If there is not a web
of time, or memory—
or what you’ve called
a spirit—running
through me and beyond?

B. T. Joy is a British poet and short fiction writer living in Glasgow. He has also lived in London, Aberdeen and Heilongjiang, Northern China. His poetry and short fiction have appeared in magazines, journals, anthologies and podcasts worldwide, including poetry in Yuan Yang, The Meadow, Toasted Cheese Literary Journal, Numinous: Spiritual Poetry, Presence, paper wasp, bottle rockets, Mu, Frogpond and The Newtowner, among many others. His debut collection of poetry, Teaching Neruda, was released in 2015 by Popcorn Press and his 2016 collection Body of Poetry is also available through Amazon. He can be reached through his website: http://btj0005uk.wix.com/btjoypoet.

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