You recommended that I
ignore the feet under me.
They’ll guide me.
They’ll do all the work.
And I bent toward you like
a plant toward the sunlight
and saw an asymmetrical world.
It was only right.
I now had character misfitting of you.
And I wanted a deed to your mind.
You gave me a map instead
and told me not to use it.
“Let your feet guide you.”
I tried, but they never seemed
to leave the tightrope.
And I always fell
since I was now warped
from your sunlight you told me was growth.
But you didn’t care,
trusting there would be a mat
to break my free fall.
And then I realized
there was a light above that
wouldn’t warp
and you may be an adult
in the world of man
but you are forever a child of God
and I couldn’t trust someone
who never felt small.
