Lord’s Test

In this cool and open dark

I'm silent as a spark

The city hums there, a highway runs there

But my boat just floats to see if he cares

I want to prove that if I sink he'll rise

I hear it takes a hundred hapless tries

To see this guy

I tip, dogs bark

Padding back and forth and back

The shoreline park

This pitch, dark as a tar pit

These stars, sucking me up it

This test, maybe I don't float

Black hole, under my own boat

But I have my plan so good we'll try to seek

And maybe when I jump next time he'll speak

To me next week?

He could toss the life ring on my hundredth try

If not it proves he may not be alive

Enough for me