putting air in the tires

her religious fervor
would come and go in hot
spells,
cold spells.
it was a full service church,
she went to
to get a fill up, an oil
change,
some air in her tires.
there was
a language for everyone,
a mass
at all hours, one for the early
risers, one for
the night owls.
when her life straightened
out she forgot
about God for awhile,
set him on a shelf
she went about her life,
but keeping him within
arms reach
for the next time he
might be needed.