I see my footsteps in the garden I hardly recognized the feet The ruddy clay in Carolina Impressions there in front of me The stalks above collecting daylight Conceal their mysteries down below For who I am I too traipse your garden If…

This old road bends round the lakeside Round every little tiny curve They drained the water out one morning So now it’s just a field of dirt The little houses rest uneven Upon the dried up empty shore I feel the absence all around me…

The truth is it’s useless to ponder it I’m helpless, I’m selfish for needing it And what do you buy for the guy who created the universe? So biblical, to trivial to manifest No confidence, no eucharist for those like us And what do…