Jerusalem Sonnets (1)

The small grey cloudy louse that nests in my beard
Is not, as some have called it, ‘a pearl of God’ —
 
No, it is a fiery tormentor
Waking me at two a.m.
 
Or thereabouts, when the lights are still on
In the houses in the pa, to go across thick grass
 
Wet with rain, feet cold, to kneel
For an hour or two in front of the red flickering
 
Tabernacle light — what He sees inside
My meandering mind I can only guess —
 
A madman, a nobody, a raconteur
Whom He can joke with — ‘Lord,’ I ask Him,
 
‘Do You or don’t You expect me to put up with lice?’
His silent laugh still shakes the hills at dawn.

Copyright Credit: James K. Baxter, "Jerusalem Sonnets (1)" from Selected Poems. Copyright © 2010 by The James K. Baxter Trust.  Reprinted by permission of Carcanet Press, Ltd.
Source: Collected Poems (Oxford University Press, Ltd.)