Articles/Essays – Volume 50, No. 4

At Least

1. 

god enters the man & the man
gets delirious 

I lie down on my shadow 

(the dry riverbed 
leaves a trail through) 

as god lies down on me 

a delirium 
some call knowing 

like standing in the weather

which is what the weather is

2. 

a red blanket for anarchy 

a window for what 

god is not 
perceived but 

perceived with 
the sun gleams down 
from its blue tower 

a vase of fatigued flowers 

more and more these days 

the light finds 
only parts of me

3. 

is that lightning briefly 

lighting up the field’s field 
enough to prove 

myself in myself lured 

as close as I’ve come 
to knowing to the touch 

god is a feeling I get 

just before 
falling asleep 

a nothingness more real 

than nothing else