bear:

my bear sits at your house,
new white eyes and floppy limbs
give him character and depth

while i'm here, sloshing around
in the depths of your character
my old wide eyes and useless limbs
bound to this city
by the refusal of transit to run
at such ungodly hours

and an unGodly situation this is.
an argument for His nonexistence
spit in my face
dark and sticky

so i stand at the sidelines, rubbernecking;
waiting to see what will be,
hating my lack of stuffing and my gawking eyes;
loathing my cowardice
wishing my uncertainty on someone else
on anyone else
wishing this whole thing on the God who "saves."

so they pick up the pieces
and send them off to the lab
to the sterility and seclusion of health

in my ideal world
you would draw clean lines for us to step across
etch perpendiculars and parallels
and none of them would lead into darkness
but into normality and constance
and equality of desire

give me air above the clouds
clean and fresh and renewing
clarifying
shoving the map well into my face
to show me the right way.

"Stand at the crossroads, and look
and ask where the good way lies
and walk in it,
and you will find rest for your souls."
- Jeremiah 6:16