Man awakens,
and on seeing God
divines the Jesus prayer
of wonder and concord
and stilled by a
sombreness of mind,
inadequacy and awe,
sees something
of the machinery
of everything, the
myriad eye and
fractal mind
making things
just so.
The bee is out,
look, there’s another,
the day after the
worst month in
the shortest
latter-day
memory,
presumed dead already
should another sleet-dirtied weekend
appear —
but knowing the god mind
yet with nothing of…
