Holy River

I read the books telling me words and their meanings

I read everything I was referred

I read the lists containing all my directions

And I read the Bible, every word

I walked out of my front door for the first time

Since the day I first walked inside

I walked to the holy river to drink from it

I couldn't walk on top but I tried

I could never tell what I was supposed to do

At any particular time

I remember noise filled with words in my head and

I'd reach out and grab the ones that rhymed

I would think I'd have it down but I'd never really know

And for most it's the belief that would be enough

But I believed that things like that for me should be certain

So the answers for me were unusually tough

I sat on top of a mountain this morning

So I could feel the whole world beneath

I was sure for once that I would feel like I was safe on the rocks but

I could feel them shaking underneath

I walked into my front door this afternoon

And you could say that I'm giving up

But maybe this is finally the long sought for answer

Clear water in a paper cup