running shoes (poem)

i am never full but always about to explode
these imaginings still haunt me, decades later
it seems impossible it has not resolved
it seems impossible that it could have been
the sages tell me i cannot think my way into right action–
all the studying cannot help me now
but if i just choose to put one foot forward
the other will likely follow
so i lace up my shoes and say a prayer
and finally ask God for directions
on the fastest way back home