Movements of the Holy Ghost

When I moved and the Holy Ghost moved too
it seemed, for a breath, that concrete
and cracks and sidewalk and bare, calloused feet
be damned-- I was going somewhere.
But when the breath left, breathless I found a hollow
in my chest, and when I felt it, all I felt was callouses.
Callouses be damned, I am feeling something.

(And the Holy Ghost whispered, right inside my chest,
"Move somewhere.
Do something.
And the sidewalk never ends-- it just becomes a different one.")