Training Wheels for Jesus
First communion was great.
Donuts on the ping pong table in the basement. Cards full of Jesus and dollar bills.
Her first bike. Training wheels. Pink, with white wheels.
Her, pink, with white dress.
She sees the golden spires every day. One is hers, the other is the other. Same Jesus. She doesn’t understand.
Right now, it’s a long way
just to get off the property much less out of God’s sight.
All the guests gone home. Communion girl asleep, exhausted by the day’s journey.
Rain on its way, the beginning
of rust on the chain, the wheels.
God outside, in one house or another,
not going anywhere.