On Finding God (again)

Opening a book from Junior High School
left to collect years of room-snow
a silly child's book that for years
seemed to go over my head or
under my feet

In truth, I was an agnostic
and now I'm not. I was an
unbeliever and now I believe.
I was a self-involved and
now I'm disposed

Trees From A Great Distance

The chin of some slumbering giant
or the hair on the back of the
neck of the 13 year old boy in
geometry class

shaved by fire or
barber's razor
once a month or
a millennia

--

Now mountains from a distance
with the humid haze of Mediterranean
summer evening beneath, framing its peaks -
Those are just mountains

like gelatto caught on a creamy white
cone, a cone cooked with local
water, holding the drippy melty mess
until it's consumed by sun.

Delphi View (Before Sunset, Twilight)

Fingered bay slipping
past mystic haze
caught in nets of land
and trees, night and days

birds speckling a close canvas
with spinning chirps
like a floating iris filament
or Corinthian swells

what debris comes into these
lungs, exhaled on this page;
what clean and simple lines
the sun makes on your valley

an indescribable visit
not captured in pictures,
on pages / words or phrases
corrupted by eyes, power-lines

(ah! it's get a free slurpee day at 7/11!)