"Child of the Secret God" by Christopher Raley

When I was asleep in the dark heat,A dove cooed and woke me. When I blanched with sweat on my sheets, A breeze stirred in the oak.

When I was lost for want of love, I had met her years before. When I felt a touch on my shoulder, I found her where she'd been.

When they despised me for a dime, They were hidden from my view. When they praised me for my works, I had changed very little.

When I drove that road ‘tween hills and river, I never thought of life or death. When he crashed in the tangle of trees, I was the man that drove him home.

When I was guilty and covering my deeds, The Ghost came hard on my mind. He directs the secret traces of my actions. He haunts the secret corners of my motivation.

A basket with a baby inside slides onto the breeze-touched river. Crocodiles swim hungrily in the sun. I was born into a world of doom, but for the wind, Which nudged me towards the gently bending reeds.