On Glory Road
for Angela & Erica

how easy it is to fall off your horse
the one named life

bound for heaven night-before-last,
bound for glory for certain

I was on high, so far ahead
I thought I could indulge
in what is for me, a bit of delight

ignited a candle, in fact it
ignited all by itself, wax with wick,
ignited

allowed to look upon forbidden pictures
and to recall forbidden plums, cherries,
berries

I burst them all, all over my face,
all over the place
carried away, I aggravated a back injury

woke the day following, hardly able to walk
boy had I fallen off my horse hard


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
12:02 a.m. 28/11/07