I MET A GIRL, AND THEN I WROTE A POEM

MARCH 16, 2013

god is real.
i know this because
there is a bookstore within
walking distance of my new house
and so i make my way back down a half-wet,
half-dry sidewalk, and as i look left
to watch the towering storm-
clouds, a blazing sun
warms the
back of my neck from
the right, and i think about
how often i have found myself right
here, exactly here: walking some thin line be-
tween two warring extremes, hot &
cold at war within and with-
out me, and me: on a
tightrope

between.