Out Again

We were afraid of
the sky.
This was the pen-
ultimate shame.
We held hands
with the children,
wishing for them
a different way.
We were outside a
lot at this time.
We tried
watching our shoes
as we made
our way down every side-
walk. We
fell before we could say
to the children,
watch your step, too.
Each night,
before the prayer
about not waking,
we named the ways in
which the world,
the old mechanical world,
still worked.
We called out the names
of the strong
like a litany of temporary
penates. We said,
save us from ourselves.
Invite us indoors.
Save us,
we are God’s children,
surely not the last of the potty.