One Hand Waving Free

You danced a goofy dance with me this morning

in the holy place of my imagination.

After the Friday sun peeked slyly from under the horizon

You said You’d never give up on me.

I laughed. I cried. It was better than despairing.

Yesterday I rode my cart through the grocery store like a skate board.

Casting awkward looks aside,

I sailed, undaunted, north to the plastic cup aisle

because I don’t have a job in a month.

In the middle of the ditch

I realize I’m not so stuck.

And money, love and futuristic visions

don’t show me who I am

or secure me.

My security rests in who I know-

the You I know.

I’m running and jumping through this empty church

for no good reason

except that I’m alive and I can.

Where are we going? I don’t know.

How do we get there? C’mon,

let's go.