Pose

God,

Are you touching my knee?

Are you feeling

This squeeze that I grasp upon

Arms, and on and on?

Are these questions

That roll off my tongue

Or things I’ve already done?

Is it this time of 11:09

That slips to my spine

And jiggles me closer to fine?

Is this the smile you ment

To be mine?

Is it right now that flows

Through my blood?

The beating of time, clicking

Gloves on my hands?

Carry the child by the

Hand?

God,

Is this what I’ve come

To understand?