We deify ourselves, to our
own detriment. We throw the
ship off balance, forget our
place, and suddenly we imagine
we did this and created it all.
So we register, buy a car, sign
on with a “doctor” and do what
everybody else seems to be doing.
The goal to live a long time, right?
Only God is good, taught a rebellious
rabbi from Nazareth, and for those
who do not believe in God? Find
a dictionary, or look at Google.com,
some place online, type in the letters,
G-o-d, and see the concept defined.
Next, break away from all
convention, and all things you do
and have done because other
people said it was good.
Ads on TV splashing a flammable
liquid around in fancy glasses
and bars, telling you it’s great
That man or woman in a white
coat telling you you have a grave
disease that requires much care,
stated with assurance and high
education, Latin terms and bull.
When was your last hike in nature?
When did you last discard your
wardrobe, walk naked in the
sun, feet on earth, taking in
the Great Spirit, a song in birds
sung, the click click of a squirrel
being chased by another squirrel,
the deer waiting for quiet to speak,
soft tracks by the creek? Jump in
it’s wet, cleansing and a reminder
we created nothing.
Only God is good, look it up—
I didn’t say it first, say it now,
not last, aware I prayed to God
for poetry and got it from my dreams,
prayed for a sense of humor,
and got it right away in a car burning
earth as it rained sunshine, cooler
than it seems.