I remember stepping out
Light foot falls weighed down by the white robes that had barely fit my body
Into the water.
I remember the light overhead as I grasped into the palm of another Looking out into the rows of bodies and their faces
Worn from decades of work and existence
Onlooking with warmth and resolution.
I remember the priest
Exclaiming how I have excepted His holiness into my heart and let him breath through my lungs and intertwined with my soul
How that now I can finally saved.

I look on that softly
How my eyes have seen
The rigor of the world and the disparity fallen on me
I was once something new and unscatlhen
But now here I lay with crosses packed tightly away
And sing with the voice of a heathen
In the pool of my backyard
I dip my head below
And feel the ghost of a palm that once held me under