“Thinking Out Loud”

It is the slim gray slant between truth and gray truth
--Hitching my buggy before the horse
that I sometimes call “good.”

The ecology of righteousness is one,
An undivided pie…

But my flesh nods to sleep when the scenery
Wears a pretty hood
And the waves look bigger than the sea.

I try to squeeze myself between the lines
Like a misplaced comma
Wanting to “belong” yet standing out.

Yet it is Righteousness
Eliciting the “good” we cower from
That ratifies our name in a heavenly crowd.