Zeus lit the sky
to help guide my way
I think about how Adele set fire to the rain
and imagine driving over the Skyway Bridge consumed in flames
I remember a Sunday School song about God’s word being a lamp
I beg my headlights brighter
grip the steering wheel tighter
squint through the wipers
sliding feverishly on their highest setting
I gamble my destiny on worn-out rubber
Should I pray to the wipers?
It was God who supposedly flooded the earth, right?
My divine inbox is empty
and I can’t see Heaven’s gates
but I slow down
and pay
the toll
Courtney Ross is a multidimensional human and healer. Her professional experiences encompass facilitating inclusive and creative spaces, from teaching youth creative writing classes, supporting individuals with disabilities, and teaching English abroad. She has poems published or forthcoming in Eunoia Review, Wailing and Gnashing, and Discretionary Love, among others.
