The Gods are Fallen

your work is to discover your work and then with all your heart to give yourself to it. - buddha

I never skipped the stone far enough
that walking on water miracle that everyone else could play on repeat
I wondered why the miracles always chose them

the last to wish a whistle form
the last to pedal against gravity, scraped and bruised
the last to summon a snap between thumbs

the washing-toes-water tickles 
as i think -

I always sink
before the other stones
reach the opposite bank

but I don’t mind it down here.