God Poems #5

5.



For a long, long time
Nothing but
That dry dust tone
It only seemed insanity
That you could be there
Moving low in the river bed
You’re a person
Not omnipotent, not even able

People think and speak
In words
And dark, striking, bloody colors
In falsely-remembered Polaroid pictures

So
Individual

Impossible for anyone else
To know

To hear
Opinion
Imagination

Reality

To tell
Talking
From
Truth.

The All-Knowing says Its things
With circumstance
The odd occurrence
When one is

Alone

Watching
Carefully
The slightest sound

A rustle and flow
A cloudburst, a breeze
Sparks

One here

Later

One there

Upon
Request.

I had Him
Or He had me
Hooked
The fish, the Man
Tugging each
At the other

Aware

Related
Undeniably

Because
Human empathy
Did not
Exist

Until
It

Did.

Now the river
Flows full of fishes
Each with a head
And heart
Of its own
And
I can
Hear them all through thick water

I can point at them
Tell them apart
The trout
From the garbage fish

The shiny, the sought-after
From the dull

The fresh-tasting
From the common, the gamey

And not one of them

Anymore

Is God.





by Coke Brown Jr. -
as posted on Coke's Croaks -
www.cokescroaks.com