The Walk by Eric Nelson
My mother believed more in the truths of this world
than anyone I've known--God, Christ, Holy Ghost--
three pies in the sky to her. The day she heard
the story of Jesus' walk upon the water
she walked straight home and told her grieving mother
she didn't believe it and wasn't going back
to any place that did. She was seven
and had already lost her brother and father.
Between their house and the Delaware River
stood nothing but a dirt road and the weather.
She knew the truth of days of rain, the water
rising and rising. She knew the bitter
facts of sinking and floating, knew better
than to believe that anyone walked over, ever.
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