TCS
Dear God,
Thank you
for the TCS* guy,
who comes
to set me free
when the
car won’t start.
It’s
reassuring to see
how orderly
everything looks
under the
hood,
even though
I know
the
orderliness is
more or
less
an
illusion.
Amen.
* Touring Club Suisse, like Triple-A in the US.
Tresspasses
Dear God,
My bad.
Amen.
Sunrise
Dear God,
This
morning,
Your
indigo sky looks
Somehow
both indifferent and loving,
Above the rooftops of the city,
Whose
façades of metal and glass strain to reach You,
but know
they can’t.
The sky
knows what’s going on down there:
People
going about their business, etc.
She
tolerates patiently,
Like a
mother waiting for the child’s tantrum to fizzle out,
Before it
falls,
Spent and
inarticulate,
Back into your
embrace.
Amen.
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