Pilgrim Fantasy

Woke up leagues deep along a holy road. 

Who answered this atheist’s wish? 

Closed my eyes in a plague and opened among pilgrims.

Dragged nonbelief like a leashed cat,

light but limp. 

Limped in light. Every day the day

we walked to Coney Island. 

Dreamed of the day it was ok to walk, and walk

away but not alone. And the day had come. 

And I was gone.