Do you believe God is
in everything in front of us
behind us what we touch
eat smell our spit the cat
the dog’s you-know-what
the trees breeze bees
bad breath toe jam
that nut in the mirror?
well
for the longest time
I had this unenviable talent
of looking for Him
everywhere but here
when it’s all over will I return to the stream from where I came not in fin or web-toed nor sharp clawed from above or below without flash shadow or even a ripple but simply flowing making my way ho
Maybe I’ve just been feeling the weather unable to escape the relentless searing sun but you brought me upright when your voice threw me the shade of a fat summer cloud I remember the wonderful troubl
if not to hydrate parched bodies or find a leak in the roofs of miserable souls then to pour and pour and pour over a crazy world slow the talk and traffic and hope a few hear the silence that drips