he props me up
giving the illusion that
it is alone that i stand

pushed forward there
is no opportunity to even
wave goodbye to

the life i wish
i had known
like a wet winter

morning the sun does
not dawn yet behind
the clouds its warmth

is apparent unfrozen
animated by
the force that operates

the universe i am
awed with my rising
and praises spring forward

he turns the earth
he sets the moon
the stars he calls

by name and me
singular small neurotic
me, he loves

hallelujah