God among the garbage
Late afternoon and the sun Breaks through the clouds Ending the drone of a day long rain, Coaxing me to stir from the warm Enveloping depression and Spiking electric pain of anxious worry And out to the warm sun with my dog. Headed for the bare brown woods Where, hemmed in on all sides By the sweet deafening crescendo Of the early spring frogs And the peace of the warm spring breeze Stoking my cheek Crawling things stir to life Among the breeze-blown leaves at my feet. Here along the banks to the sweet, earthy pool I bid bad choices to go And drop them in the murky water With hope to never to see them again. But somewhere between there And the way back I take them up again As I settle in for a smoke Between my rotting teeth Near the garbage cans and blowing papers On the hard concrete Of the nearby gas station. Still all this time, Sitting in the quiet, close, sun-bleached room And the soft enveloping peace of the sp