September 9–15 ❘ Slippery
Slippery
Signs are not for the ignorant,
nor prophetic warnings
for the untaught.
They are for those
who should know better,
those with learning enough
to twist words like green limbs
till they splinter.
My treasure is slipping away—
security, structure, predictable
rules for how life works,
touch, handshakes, hugs
and kisses, breathing close
together, family and friends
who one by one scatter
and pass away.
I read warnings in scripture
and am worried from my rut.
An ancient man shouts to me
from a high wall
that it is not too late.
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