One foot betrays the gravel, coarse with wet
communion of the clouds, electric sky.
If god could kill the walker he might let
the path remain betrayed, the right to die
would slip from god’s control into the stream
of footprints left depressed in muddy ground.
Ridiculous is god’s eternal scheme–
ridiculous, eternal fucking round.
One foot, one step compels the walk of one
who lives in bright denial of the night
where dreams compel the fear to overrun
the banks of god’s oppression, wrong or right.
As swift as water roiling toward his feet,
the one will find his drowning bittersweet.