I felt god everywhere that night
In the intense winds
In the trees
In the rustling leaves
In the cigarette between my index finger and my middle
In the sprinklers that came on as I walked by and the huge storm of water they produced
I felt him in the flickering lantern outside my building and in the ground I walked on
God is here
Everywhere
I don’t know what he’s saying
I want to
Smoke another?
Turn in?
Find the broken tree and grab a limb?
Dig your grave it’s half past midnight and there’s no room for lovely souls at this time