Sunsets look like cracked eggs
 
I saw a man say a prayer over his food tonight
It made me think of things not worn out and old
It made me wonder who I am
 
Blessings unfold
When we aren't noticing

What causes people to be who they are
 
Sometimes at night I think about the things I did not become
And those I did
Sometimes I get caught up between the two
I don't know what the difference is
 
I'm not sure it matters
I think about the congregations I sat through
Looking for God in all the wrong places
And still I wonder
 
About things

Not so much anymore maybe
But still

I wouldn't know how to write a poem if it bit me on the ass
Somebody paid me to teach somebody else how to do it
I gathered my thoughts/ideas and sailed and slung them around
One night
 
I found a little hiding place

Somebody put their name on it

Sometimes I feel like I tempt God
It's a ruthless place to be
 
Misusing one's self

At the crack of dawn I am given another chance
To redo myself
With clay
Instead of porcelain
It fits me like a glove
 
We write to remind ourselves we exist