Daring Gods

So the world sometimes leaves you wondering
of your place in it, whether you've cause and reason.

So you look to the sky, or wherever your gods dwell
and fix a gaze forward and hurl yourself along,
drive 60 in a snow storm, carry timber across a lake
in a fourteen foot boat and three foot swells, jump from a thirty foot cliff
into dark waters, crawl
into an empty bear's den and run, face blood drained and corpse pale,
when you realize empty is a mistake.
And when it's done, and you're still there, close
your eyes, let your heart slow, let life slow.

It's not time. You're still needed.