A life that may be,

Floating around in the ether-

In the space between the spoons

And forks

Near the dining room table

Unsanitary utensils that create 

Within emotions

Vapor drifting next to me

A ghost that walks just so

Behind me

Religious revivals 

Reviving in us the possibilities

Our ancestors wandered 

And God shows himself more readily 

Than you

On the tip of your tongue

On the tips of your fingers

Your nails carve into my heart

"Maybe"