2 days / 3 poems

I.

I have been grateful and I have been sick as a dog and I have walked a thousand miles over this green earth and yet / the animal in my belly is not quelled.

Maybe that’s good / maybe that’s what you’d call appetite. But it’s something else too, to have all that wild waiting inside you. /

Feed it or starve it, always it will burn.

II.

God, of course, can be found here. But you can find god in a big bed too. / The white spurning spumes are a doily, as the boat churns up the immaculate surface of the lake. After, glassy furrows wave and kiss in its wake like the arms of an inflatable skydancer. / Ancient purple shadows move over the gold, the bruised, the tawny peaks. God / is here. There can be no other explanation.

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We plough through the grey-glimmer water field on a man-made floating vehicle. But there is explanation for that.

III.

There is god in this big bed and there is you in it and I stretch a warm limb out to greet your warmth and you are / .