did i lie

There was that day
A few months after the big ice storm
I was alone in the woods
Walking from one tree to another
By means of a trunk that lay horizontal
Suspended twenty feet above the ground
Held by the limbs of surrounding brethren
Like someone who's been slain in the Spirit
Falling into the arms of another

I remember the force of his hand
On my forehead

Pushing

And the pressure to perform
The Spirit was moving
And I had to react
To be still was to be cold
Or worse
Lukewarm
So I had to faint
Like that tree in the woods
I lay there
(did I lie?)
For a little while
Suspended
While someone crossed me
Stronger in his Pentecostal reputation
A little more legitimate

I was one more domino in some larger arrangement
Knocked over for the thrill of the observed effect
More so than for the end result