A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
I thought I saw Jesus yesterday.
Or maybe even Peter.
He stood on the water as if it were solid ground.
And I was terrified.
This could only mean one thing.
Apocalypse is here!
And I would never get to eat those cookies on my counter.
Much to my relief,
It was just a kid standing on a rock.
And I did get to eat those cookies after all –
An endeavor that I approached with exceeding fervor.