I've got your back

Sometimes at night.

Sometimes at night,

To get to sleep,

I visualize myself in a rowboat,

Blue and weathered and wood,

Tied to a dock,

Like the one Up North,

Under a dark starry sky,

Snuggled with my pillow and blanket.

Last night

I got myself comfy,

Then realized Jesus was sitting in the prow

Behind me.

I didn't see him

But I knew he was there.

I've got your back,

He said,

I've got your back.

Of course you do,

I thought,

Of course you do.

I had forgotten.