, 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.