It's Still Life

WHEN GOD WAS A WOMAN

I’m no philosopher. But . . .

Darkness is unforgiving,
and wars are arrogance.

I’ve lived between book covers
for much of my life, and some
might say that’s not real living,

as if living is only about dying,

or blood isn’t blood unless
you’re a woman, or a god,
maybe a poet, or a lunatic.

It’s easy to slip on one word.

There was a telephone pole
by our old house, and a man
wrapped his car around it.

Blind drunk, he was, so he
probably never saw it coming.

We never see it coming, do we.
The tide pulls at us as if
we are its only true moon.

Sometimes we’re blind to

what’s coming, like when
I found Mum’s wedding ring
in her coat pocket. I said

too much about that then.

I’m no philosopher, but
when god was a woman,
everyone shut up about it.

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for Twiglet #268 “In a coat pocket” and GoDogGo Café March Book Titles , #2 “When God Was A Woman” – Image Rooster from “Codex Seraphinianus” by Luigi Serafini, 1981; Milan, Italy (fair use permitted) ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter