meet sun

A tangle of mishaps
One hundred paths
for today alone.
I've misplaced my flashlight
so
I stumble onto a bumpy road
trip a little
I'm tiny and dumb here.
a downward slope.
bruised and heaving I reach the next crossroad.
I've found a lone match
this path looks sweeter
this path is okay
the match dims.
I trip a little.
Oh, oh here I go.
Flashlight, where are you?
A lantern, ideal.
Maybe if I look harder.
But with what, this burnt measly match?
Crossroad 3.
hands fluttering about the ground,
I've found nothing.

help God.

He tells me,

"Okay daughter, meet sun."

scheme

In the scheme of things,
I've got it alright.
On the tops of the trees
and the dirt and the fleas
in a shack
on the back of the biggest turtle.
Culture clashes, unexplainable rashes
babies who pass
sinners in mass
the toughest times
the best of times
wondering if there is a God.
Projects that fail,
words never written
ants that are stepped on,
a single fitting mitten.
Those who stumble
buildings that crumble.
A cry in the distance, an unreachable hand
a lonely cadaver.
a distant land.
You've asked me my fears
I have ended.
I've begun
I've fallen
I've gotten up
I've fallen.

You can catch.
Oh Lord, what a catch.

In the scheme of things, I'm okay.
without you,
I'm a building that crumbles.
A word never written.