numbered as we are
- light
- I feel light
- like I can be lifted away
- let me explain how this occurred
- I fell in a hole - it was a mighty big hole
- I needed a rope and a friend threw me one
- he advised make a list, we became tug boats in the storm
- still I was in the hole so I went to eat and sat
- planned a vengeful plan and shared - she heard me
- it would work she said - then talk turned to my x: how his pulling
- the whip cream bowl from my hands at thanksgiving hurt more than anything
- that occurred in the California sun or a shed in south Texas - it brought
- the moment I decided to extract myself
- that was vengeful: see where it got me,
- in a hole where I am a tug boat. I realized
- I was flawed and like the Israelites
- if executed I would have to go around
- the mountain again,
- so no: not a good plan and we were leaving and I
- asked how did it happen for her, beloved - being a pastor you
- know that moment well. She gave her story
- and I understood how - but seeing that this was not Antioch -
- I settled for a catholic church
- and he was old, his blue
- eyes glazed, running late for his sermon, he stopped
- heard, btwn the tears, his hand on my head
- his other on my lower arm, he prayed
- my friend by my side, she stood witness
- it might be cliché, or it might be
- what I needed: tears stopped
- and the priest ran
- off, and we sat
- out side,
- and I feel his hand on my head, his hand on my arm, and I feel a stab in my rib
- and I feel light
- so light
- not caged
- and I have nothing
- to worry about -
- I understand
- why I was set free
- so I can be your best friend