like david

there was that fear that  coffee

would stain me

into something plain and

that the rags would define

me instead of something slightly more interesting

or beautiful.

it is painful facing

self

I hit the floor

a clang I felt over and over

reverberating humiliation

breakers that pulled me away from

the hand with my name

written in, I imagine,

green ink

it is rain and sun

that grows me

it is presence and

life-light that

expands even my subconscious

self-limitations

like david

I am learning worship

in the field

hemmed in by you
like david
I am fighting the beasts
with the help
of the almighty