Thursday, April 22, 2010

1 John 4:13

Yes, but did you see the fat gray dog. Did you?
I have heard that you are here and heard you here.
Here [points to the heart] but
when I’m amid concrete and crowds I feel alone.
When I turn the leaves of another man’s mind
and see your branches yellowing in the fall wind—
alone. I feel. The fat gray dog rolls jerkily
along the grass and I smile but who laughs solo.
Do you? A man across the way is looking over,
I think he has seen my silent ranting in the skull, oh God—
he comes to tell me you want me to know
he has seen the dog: no fear, no fear.