I feel like a battery
soaking up sunshine on the boat deck
so I become light enough to
bear the burden of another
in dark times ahead.

Recalling twelfth-grade chemistry
I imagine a new application of
thermodynamics’ first law
storing love received as solar energy
to be released later as suffering.

But the inner skeptic ̶
necessary, but annoying as hell-̵̶
questions my use of the equation.
What has Kelvin to do with Jesus?
Who do I think I am, conflating the
laws of energy and love?

There is another problem with
the whole battery concept.
Didn’t Moses tell the people
they couldn’t hoard the magic food?
Their menu options were
trust or worms. No banking.

Kind of like my junior high science
fair project on vitamin c proving
mega-doses are a hoax since
if you take more than you need today
all you have is expensive pee.

So what law does love obey?
Energy is not created or destroyed
only changed from one form to another? Or
do not worry about tomorrow
for each day has enough
trouble of its own.

Maybe I’ll follow the law
of the lizard
and wait on the rock every day to
soak up God’s energy and spend it
all until tomorrow.

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