He’s Not Back Yet, Is He?
She’s run around the world, twenty-five thousand
Miles, the equivalent of running around the globe
At the equator over forty-three years.
Her husband wonders how she ran across all that
Water, funny guy that he is. He ignored the part
About equivalent. She says not to worry
And wonder at my feet’s feat. She was just follow-
Ing in Jesus’ steps rather than jogging in the sandals
Of The Fisherman, The Rock, The
Pope, The Guy who made it a few steps out of the
Boat and went kersplash, kerplop. Well, what
Do you expect of someone named Rock?
Her Husband, clever man that he is, asks from
His place on the family couch, “So, Darling,
If you are following Jesus and just
Skipping across the seas like a rock skipping
Along the top of the water, how come it
Took you forty-three years?” She
Just looks him in the eye, before walking
Out the door for her morning jog, and
Says, “I didn’t want to show him up.”
“Besides,” she adds as she closes the door
Behind her, “He’s not back yet, is he?”