Static Psalm

[Verse 1]
Kudzu green, that little arrow sits and waits
On the cracked glass porch of my phone, it's getting late
The whole day's heat is still stuck in the floorboards, sighing low
Just a blinking line, a fallow seed I'm scared to grow.

[Chorus]
This is my static psalm, my thumbprint prayer
Typed out to an empty signal, hoping you're still there
A little light against the dust, a harvest of exhausted hope
Just learning how to live on the end of a disconnected rope.

[Verse 2]
Last I saw you was by the checkout at the Ingles store
You said, "Honey, call me when you're fallow," and you shut the car door
So I been weeding through the words since August turned the air to steam
Trying to tell you 'bout the blight that took the color from the dream.

[Chorus]
This is my static psalm, my thumbprint prayer
Typed out to an empty signal, hoping you're still there
A little light against the dust, a harvest of exhausted hope
Just learning how to live on the end of a disconnected rope.

[Bridge]
(Percussion and vocal only)
Backspace. New word.
Is this gospel getting heard?
Thumb hovers. Screen goes dark.
Just a whisper. Just a mark.

[Outro]
The cicadas start their sermon up again...
And the dust settles on the screen...