rara avis. 2011

I cross my fingers when I pray

To behold glory

                (As a shining glory that hosts all hours upon the steep steppes

                Whispering with the evening Chinook come back to me)

I feel I stumbled upon a theatre

Through the back door

Curtain is already up

Villain’s been slain

And I am an extra actor in this scene 

I am not pretending

I have no lines I am no lines

One vertical leap to the next level of hope

For my future, vertebrae to vertebrae

Reaching higher with expression in my face

Asking questions during intermission

Hoping I’m good enough to get through to press my face to the window and see through

There is no time to make the feeling of confidence more real

I have all that I ever will

In these shaky palms

I cross my fingers when I pray

Not because I am lying

But as balm for wounds of glory