Turn With Me in Your Bibles

Pastor says as though encouraging

us onto one of those carny rides

that spins faster and faster until

the floor eventually falls away

beneath our feet leaving only

the strictest laws of centrifugal

motion to prevent sure doom.

And I do, I turn in my Bible

so dizzyingly I am still three

Psalms to the wind later as I wobbly-

walk through the narthex slurring,

these men, these men, these men

are not drunk / your old men

shall dream dreams / I will show

wonders in the heavens above

and God knows it all would have been

a more hail-fellow-well-met time were I not

in the company of so many angry drunks

Header photograph © Asher.