Searching for Things to Worship

Sorting through fluttering debris
of thick boyhood days, tangle of jungle
browned with our absence,
I remember how you cupped
water at Cedar Creek,
your hands a chalice. And flowers

you planted near the bank
to make it your church,
somewhere to sit in the greening
comfort of a private prayer.
A place one might see God
and not be surprised.

“Winner of the Codhill Poetry Chapbook Prize for 2006, Patrick Carrington’s Thirst reads like a novena, a plea for understanding and mercy.”

—Pauline Uchmanowicz, Final Judge

2007 | 32 pages