Walking Across Cut Glass

I kicked my shoes off while walking along the sand
and my weight sinks me into summer
where warm crystals slide through my toes
as each step takes me closer to the water’s edge.

But after a few steps the heat becomes unbearable
and I must run to the relief of the crashing waves
where wetness changes the texture of the sand
and it becomes a firmer place to contemplate.

Here at the morphing edge I feel myself slowing
allowing me to see the accumulation of my days,
where I must look to find forgiveness
like broken glass smoothed by time and waves.

Eventually the sun must slip away to sleep
and I must follow its wisdom and walk home,
but moisture clings the sand to my feet
and holds on tight so we heal together.

The Cookie Cracked

The cookie cracked to expose my fortune:

Life is no accident.

So it must have been providence
that changed us both from thin to fat.

If that is so, we can’t be blamed for
those sneaky pounds that crawled up our ankles
to hide among our thighs.

If our waists were rolled like dice
by some higher power,
our destinies are pre-determined.

So if you need me to predict
what is next for us in life,
we need a divine intervention,
because we’re fat out of luck,

and cookies.