Saving Myself
Terrance Wedin

Sometimes I walk all night and never get anywhere.
The sky laps me. Have you ever touched the inside
of a mountain? Hand inside snake hole, chills snapping
across your shoulders, gunshots at night.
It's these times I wish I believed in Jesus,
a reason to save myself from night wounds,
scripture that falls like locust blossoms
covering the ground in pink pages of faith.