Primitive Religion

Like you, I am
just seeking
an experience
of being alive.

Stirred, smoothed,
and thickened, fresh
as a rosemary sprig,

my primitive religion
 feels strained through
a sieve on top
of a cooled caramel base.

George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat Review, Moria Poetry Journal, Chronogram Journal, Ampersand Literary Review, the Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in the USA Today, Wall Street Journal, the Atlantic, the Havana Times, the South China Morning Post, the Buffalo News, and more. 

See all his poems on Tea House here.

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