Poem 1: Moses Running

Moses running

We all walk in Moses steps -
strike the slavedriver
burn the bush
seize the snake
- test the ancient God

while cramming in
another prayer
on the morning ride.

Looking for the green light
I thought was God saying
GO!

Ahead the traffic parts
before me
red sea of my rush hour
that holds me back from
winning
advancing
(up the ladder)
dancing
to the beat of Pharaoh’s drums.

O God make speed to save me
(but please
don’t exceed
the speed
limit)
Oh Lord make haste to help me,
because I’m running late-

running,
lately,
-that is-
from Pharaoh’s war drums
pulsing and throbbing and mobbing.

Sobbing as I say
“Lord
have mercy,
on me,

a winner.