so far, so good

i listen

for a creak, a crumble,

the wood

bending before

the roof falls down

on my head,

but miraculously

it doesn't.

quickly i find a pew

and lay out

my sins.

taking out my notebook

with the list.

i wave Father Smith

over for

an express confession.

he smiles,

and brings over a jug

of holy water,

a rosary

and a basket for me to

fill with dough.

i keep an eye on the angled

church ceiling.

so far, so good.