the white trucks went on forever under the clouds
like we were on the highway to heaven
                                                          to meet him
but we were driving home
[south]
and the watery guitar                            
and the sweet pepper            
and the baby’s bubbles of laughter
and lane changes
                                     and amazing grace did nothing
but happened anyway
you wore yourself as a mask
hiding under skin and eyes
and we said prayers in bed into the pitch black basement
like when i was a baby
and when we woke up
he was still breathing
and the cold bit at my bare legs when i emerged
but i did it anyway
and i sang my [miracle] song
without saying the word
because i didn’t want you to hear it
and either way
                                   he would be gone soon
and the baby would grow into the shape of a child
                                                          and we would go home
             and i would sing
and God would save whomever He saved
but i did it anyway