You know my number even when I’m asleep.
How much I owe. Where I might go. The rhythm of my feet.
Maybe not today but in the beat of tomorrow
I’m knee deep in race or stumbling past sorrow.
People know too much about my whereabouts.
My attitudes, the beatitudes, the pressures of the days.
How will I be judged? By you or the ins-and-outs.
Dependable as the latest phase!
Or take the risk and keep on moving
to Patagonia to sit with the penguins.
Weather the storms and keep improving
till some other species begins.
I can see it now sometime in Spring
a fish that can fly or a bird on the wing
travelling faster than any prey.
Beholden to no one except the day.
I won’t have to try to figure it out.
That tiny fellow with wings that sprout
might not look like you or cuddly me.
Still he’ll find a fish out of necessity.
And that’s how it goes no matter the sin.
Call it the Given and take it all in.
Blessed be the bank robber at the ATM.
You are mortal but I am what I am.