today, it’s the dead nail on my big toe and knowing my life is nearing its end, mingled with how much pain my future might hold and how alone I could be I also lug around a nice wardrobe of hope and carry a bag of humor to hand out so, there is still plenty of good life left in these legs and this heart maybe it’s just that skeleton of keratin I see every time I remove my socks, which is yet to be removed and buried, that has me thinking about its unscheduled funeral

from across the street you suddenly look up, startled to see someone attractive staring back isn’t your first thought, is that for me? so you stand a little taller straighten the posture, puff up the chest take a few strides before you look over to see them, head down and fast walking away, now in doubt about your first assumption and wondering why you didn’t smile but presented a deer in headlights, mouth open with that stupid, huh? plastered over your face

If you could walk on water would you show a friend, how about a few strangers or a performance for the evening news, maybe post a video, get a billion hits burn holes in your hard drive it would be incredible, a bomb to the mind, if proven authentic and trick-proof, real magic really seen, beyond belief but would it change lives, make people happier, guide them to create a better, friendlier, more caring planet isn’t it a better miracle to walk the earth with just eno