I close my eyes to pray
“Dear God,” I say
instantly mental images
of cartoon facebook God meld
with visions of alien scientists
splicing ape genes
with themselves
to create slaves and humanity
I pause
and think to myself,
“great spirit of my grandfather”
internal pictures of natives on hilltops
tranced in a peyote vision quest
drums and dancing
small pieces of flesh lay crimson
on the dusty ground..
shaking free I start again
“Universal force that is creation”
Star Trek warp speed
as my mind flashes though Hubble images
and whizzes past unknown galaxies
crashing though nebulae clouds
I begin to forget what it was
I was going to ask in the first place
and instead focus on the idea
that in my attempt
to circumvent western religion dogma
I have inadvertently
created my own version
of a holy trinity
to which I pray
…but only for the ability to create
as it or they do,
because as part of,
I also am.