If every snail shell had stained glass windows, I would go to church more by Max DeZarate
walking along abandoned shores
collecting and inspecting
old houses of snails
whose design plays as reminder
of ways that nothing is so simple anymore.
holding these old homes
we feel less
in these father-things:
the coolness of
saints with golden mouths,
stained sea glass,
secrets most unmotherly—
redrawing life in ways we wish
to do many things
and not become any of them.
Max DeZarate is a poet based out of Bend, Oregon. His works have been previously featured in the Wingless Dreamer’s “depths of summer” and Silver Rose Magazine. Max’s poetry explores the ways we are taught to love and relate and how we can push through traditional understanding to new and beautiful places.