How many seasons are there? Where was God born? How many stars? Who discovered every single one of the Americas and all of the other places? Do some dwarves live in caves? Is your mother singing in church tonight? Is your father setting his hat on his head? Do those goldfish belong to you?
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Recorded for Poem-a-Day, January 8, 2016.
Fog
the sun drops his knee on fog
a diurnal genuflection that
explains the lack of clarity in the prayer’s thought
when god prays to himself
using the fog’s opaque cushion
we know god is a child
who pretends to pray
because in the midst of his holy make-believe childhood
he is a beautiful version of daffodil twirling in dew
Copyright © 2016 by Vi Khi Nao. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on January 8, 2016, by the Academy of American Poets.
Copyright © 2016 by Vi Khi Nao. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on January 8, 2016, by the Academy of American Poets.