This poem plays with notion of God sitting next to me my whole life, and that presence involves no literal speaking. Then, upon my death God turns to me…
Divine Die-alogue
I am
Dumb to talk about it
Such profound presents
Looking forward
Never about face
Just handing threw life
In do time
After a wile
Just hitting me
No switch to be found
Fore what seamed
Like a sentry
Or sew
Awe that I could deal with
Aside by aside
To the heart of the madder
And what next
Thou art of the sadder
Going long with
Of coarse miracles
Beyond belief
Won day or the other
Having peered
Showing up
Those perfect takeoffs
And peace of the action
The whole weigh
As long as I could last
Sow sew many
Knight and daze
Until first alight
God turned
To me
