Water Walker

Who comes unto me if it is not Jesus

tiptoeing on the water laughing at how

he does not sink inviting me to walk

beside him the way he walked with Venus

once upon a time.

                        I say, “I’m not

as beautiful.”

                        He says, “Neither am I.”

“I’m not dressed right.”

“Neither am I.”

“I might sink.”

“I might too,” he says and sticks

a foot in to the ankle and pulls it back

again.

            “Listen,” he says, “if you don’t

understand metaphor, then stop calling

on me.  Walk with me upon this sea

or forever lose me.”

                        “Well, I say, “if you put it

that way, here I come.  And my name is not

Peter.”

            “I know, it’s Byron.”     

-Byron Hoot