If I asked
what you thought
about God,
would you try
to tell me
there’s no God?
would you try
to save me
from some hell?
Probably,
like most: an
axe to grind.
All I want
is to talk,
just to talk,
nothing more.
Category: Meditations
[poem]
For a moment
I was not
insulated
from the world
by a windshield
or a screen
or a person
or a book
or anything.
And the moon
lit up the
sidewalk so
it cracked me
and slipped in
to where it
lives for good.