When we walk with the Lord
along, words lightening my feet
pondering their path
airport tarmac baptized iridescent black
delayed from 1:43 to 2:08pm
oxygen is flowing even if
the plastic bag does not inflate.
Who knew that following footsteps would lead
other men, smarter and more solidly educated
talk to me but I know my place
even if bootless ambition makes it pinch.
I resolve to turn my back on old goals
even if my hankering after them makes me
Lot’s wife, to see my past destinations shrink
reversing their direction as I reorient myself.
What a glory He sheds on our way
I have chosen the sheep’s life by choosing
but I have not chosen unreason
I choose to be a Logical sheep
a sheep of the Logos.
plane stalled on the runway almost to take-off
yellow signs order drivers to yield to aircraft,
wings matter now, having them,