,                 like a lantern;
She had no answer for
You.           I understand
the glowbugs & fireflies
,they fill the fields around
Your home,        but You
are crystal clear to Me.

My hands are cracked,dry
for a gift. hold Them & see
there is nothing beneath
Us at all.   there is no push
or permission to fall;
You step,              & hope,
             & I will be there,

swimming in the creek of
all We are yet to happen.
     I raised a Prayer,untied
& spoken,     to a balloon;
She will drift into power
lines,She will
             buckle your day.