Jesus, He’s Just Like Me
grins were everywhere,
happiness that arrives
out of your own explanations,
deeply thought in, fixed.

But I was lost. The word
revival was too big
for the tent that wasn’t
a tent. I hadn’t found
my way out of its meaning

and wanted renaissance
to rescue me with its life-
like eyes. Green was love
then, the compass just

Still, prayer
had somehow managed
to break from its cape
of litanies, ultimatums
were forced to stay

and I left wanting.
On the way home
the whole universe
followed me, I

A good story.
Wisdom belonged to the star,
I said out loud.
And all the kings
in me agreed.

- George Bishop