Academic journal article Michigan Quarterly Review

Imagining the Divine

Academic journal article Michigan Quarterly Review

Imagining the Divine

Article excerpt

On cold days, the divine haunts

the exhalations of squirrels

whose breath hovers

starch-white as tiny souls.

Like the sky, heaven begins

at one's feet. Look down.

The redwinged blackbird's rasp

sounds angelic, summer croons

pontifications of light,

and, my god, life fancies trees.

Because I believe we become

a neverthriving of dreams,

all our senses leveled,

I imagine the divine

drawing on of evening,

belted at the waist,

the divine cloud-slung stars

burning black holes

into the fabric of night,

I divine the lusty sun

in each aching-green leaf,

and revere the silver

ceremonies of the moon

cradled in its own arms.

Just imagine the divine

hilltops padded with trees,

the bone-wings of a river basin

hipped in daylilies, Canada goose chicks:

fluff-budgets that waddle.

Before my one and only

three-pound universe, I stand

in judgment, alone with the world,

so long as we both shall live,

or vanish when eyelids close. …

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