found, wanting



Found, Wanting


Unpredictable like the sun

glinting off the top of waves:


She’s buoyant and boisterously


from right

or wrong—

each one

is unbearable.


She’ll ride over a rock,

adding scabs

to her knees.


She’ll reach home

before the lights come on

to disinfect

her broken skin.


She will stumble

and I will be spared

the memory

of that sting,

that scrape.


Why risk

forgetting the joy

of faith slipping into the blue

like helium in a toddler’s hand?