You ask me how I pray. A trick
Playing with words, like an
Escape artist, shedding chains
Casting them on an assistant to hold.
The locks are undone and I smile
Your delight belongs to all
Not your self, as you imagine.
Once free as the bird that
Walked with you on travels
Letting you know that you were
No threat, until humiliation of
Sin disenfranchised man from beast
Until man could remember his beast
Could be tamed, if only the sun allowed
To burn another day. The ocean’s had just
Enough room left, for the divine animals
To make their own way. The center hung close
As you paddled against the surf, with cross upon
Chest, faithful to the fact the sea would not tear
It off, in a beastly manner. With a duck dive you
Submit, chasing your dream.
Christopher Baird 2011 ©
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