Someday they will ask
What were they thinking?
When the car is hurtling
Off the overpass
Towards the river
What is the child in the backseat
Thinking
Except doors and windows?
We bought a canoe
My husband and I
And set it just outside the window.
Sometimes, at night, we practice
How we will get the kids into it
If the river comes hurtling up and over
Past our doorstep.
I know what you’re thinking:
How silly this all is.
But here’s a window into
our thoughts:
It’s not really a canoe.
It’s just a big green prayer
For those too embarrassed to
Spell out
What they’re thinking
On the door
In lamb’s blood.
