Today we’ll see if I measure up,
Or maybe it’s more fitting
to say I’ll be fitted,
But I have a feeling it’ll
feel like fig leaves
covering up the things
that ought to be laid
on the altar and burned
instead of covered
in black lamb’s wool.

There’s nobody more
fitting to do the fitting
for a new skin than
the one who made my
first birthday suit,
and was part of the
pattern that resulted
in what you see and
in what I keep covered
in the black I wear now.

With any luck and
a father’s care I hope
I can grow into it
and if not I hope
it can contain whatever
it needs to cover
for the sake of those
who have to look at it
when I come with them
to meet God in the garden.