God

I’ve found God in weariness
I’ve found God in old smells
The feel of sheets of paper
everyday and tolerant

I’ve found God
In chapped lips
Goddess songs and Sunday school
The complexities of a friend’s body
The labyrinth of a man’s heart
I’ve found God.

A moment here,
A whisper there
A little girl, angry with life
A blanket
In need of a wash
Dinners and conversations
Drinks and cigarettes
Tasting like God
Tasting of God’s sweat

I’ve found God
Still looking, always
Still waiting
And God is still hiding
Somewhere,
manywhere

all mothers

And we were all mothers
In a town a little farther on
But here we were chipped voices
Chipped old mugs
Patient in the sunshine

A lot of somethings
Tickled us to stay and stay
And trade in our beaded beauty
For the strange delinquent pride
Of counted values

And we were all sultanas
In a life a little bit ago
But here we were edited chapters
Edited papyrus
Waiting to be found

Some kind of nothingness
Wiped away all those secrets
As we took off our shoes,
Made ourselves comfortable
(as we could be)
In hell

I think once we were gardeners
Or something quite like it
I think we knew how to sing
In those days