Something keeps us either sober and
hopeful or drunk and confused about beliefs
throughout our lives though neither matters
because everyone stops to wonder in between
swallows why life makes us walk barefoot
through spiny deserts splintered forests
along stony roads up and down jagged cliffs
Oh Grace will reach out occasionally and
loan us sandals to ease our journey but
Death lurks out there somewhere so
we remain vigilante stepping through tall grass
or the night sand always watching
for the second pothole that
comes right after the
one we unavoidably
trip over