the confusion of sin

i walk over to the church

through

the narrow path,

the slender patch of woods

where

the gravel ends

and dirt begins, before

pavement.

the bells are ringing. i'm

late

once more for mass,

but i'm not here to enter.

but

to think about what is now.

what was then.

i'm very done with 

forgiveness,

repentance, 

the confusion of sin.