Dear Jesus: I’m Episcopalian
And seldom go to church—
I’ve excuses, I can’t drive
Which is necessary
In cities like mine
And being blind
The ride share company
Hates my guide dog
When they see her
They drive right past
So its a challenge
This business
Of church going
I tell myself
Everything’s a challenge
Which is what you did
And I walk the neighborhood
Sending love-beams
To my neighbors
Who, because
This is America
Seldom exit
Their houses
Driving straight in
To their garages
Which have
Electric doors
But I’m still out here
Beaming, Lord
As a blue jay
Goes about his business
Talking to no one
Planet of the Blind 