In case I hadn’t mentioned it in a while, God,
I’d like to say that You are ours.
Not just mine, but all the people I live with
and the ones we share space with on Fridays and Saturdays
and the long list of people who made it so
we could be here at all.
I downloaded an app which, all I had to do was
point up and it showed me all of known creation
even the stuff I’ll never get to walk on or float through.
In the corner was Your name like Monet
on all the Waterlilies.
Nice work.
I tried taking credit for something once
but, the truth is, You made all the ingredients.
All the possibilities I make up when
I’m not distracted with work are only there
because You put them there.
Do You remember all the stars
and all the eyes that look at them?
Of course You do.
Who am I even talking to?
(That’s rhetorical).
If only everyone knew the answer.
If only everyone could feel your breath as
a breeze makes the smallest speck of dust
move from one place to the other.
We use the word forever as if it applies to us.
We are the speck of dust.
You are the breath of life that moves it
to all the places, claiming the word forever
forever . . .