i am almost

by Zach Kincaid
I am
two spies short of trusting and
a slingshot shy of killing giants.
I am
tailgated by Baalish priests and
stuck in my own moat of unbelief.
I am
without an Eli to calm the dark and
whisper, "Go back and listen again."
I am
skin away from Davidic lures and
walking knee deep in floodplains.
I am
the eleventh leper who overslept and
the would-be mason that never went.
I am
wandering in a manmade desert and
my mind can't find the well.
I am
hands full of dirt without divine spit and
tugging on your robe like an idiot.
I am
standing underneath the cliff and
it's raining demonic pigs.
I am
up too high in the sycamore and
just one boat away from overhearing.

I am
almost.