Crossing Over

There is a red, blue, and white sign
in the yard off the side of the main road

“I love my church,” it reads

Under a sharp sky and crisp stars
all I can think while taking a deep breath
is so do I

Nature expansive
Atmospheric pressure
Gravity unapparent

No walls or stained glass
just a window to the soul

I dropped my cigarette
on the ground at the park
for the first time ever
but simply picked it back up
and enjoyed another puff

Not every accident
beneath the rising sun
has to be a catastrophe
unto ruin and despair

There is a bridge built for dancing
and a bench where words are gathered

I haven’t felt this way
since the last snapshot of God’s eruption
it’s a trauma that never left us
tragedy etched deeply in DNA

Scott Thomas Outlar is a lover of truth and enjoys researching philosophy, psychology, politics, spirituality, and any other facet of consciousness in the pursuit of reaching a higher state of vibration. He also enjoys writing rants, poems, essays, short stories, and prose-fusion screeds covering such subjects. Scott Thomas can be reached at You can also watch and/or subscribe to his YouTube Channel Read other articles by Scott Thomas, or visit Scott Thomas's website.