Dangling Breach

Parting ferns like waters,
a muddy path impressed with bootprints
booth for self-confession, an ancient wood
received my prayers like curtains,
feet hung over an altar’s ledge
looking down, baptismal river Jordan,
bank traced by rails.

There in the dangling breach
between adolescence and maturity
mercy’s cleft, no guidance sought
no understanding of the balance
between opportunity and cost.

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