(Bayou Baptism)
By Annie Ferguson Muscato
Memory plays the fiddle
a sad dancin’ tune
take me to church
under a blue wearin’ moon.
Where cicadas sing the chorus
hymns ‘bout comin’ home again
preacher croaks the sermon
and hoot owls call amen.
Holy moss in the collection plate
cypress gather ‘round to pray
anoint me with muddy water
wash my sins away.
