There is a red, blue, and white sign
in the yard off the side of the main road
“I love my church,” it reads
Under a sharp sky and crisp stars
all I can think while taking a deep breath
is so do I
Nature expansive
Atmospheric pressure
Gravity unapparent
No walls or stained glass
just a window to the soul
I dropped my cigarette
on the ground at the park
for the first time ever
but simply picked it back up
and enjoyed another puff
Not every accident
beneath the rising sun
has to be a catastrophe
unto ruin and despair
There is a bridge built for dancing
and a bench where words are gathered
I haven’t felt this way
since the last snapshot of God’s eruption
it’s a trauma that never left us
tragedy etched deeply in DNA
