The Only Museum

by this point you must be hungry

for God not the real thing only

flecks of gold paint the marble bust

of a half-bull half-man

today I took a visit to the only

museum and every last gallery was

packed with snow I mean this

literally the whole place

frozen I didn’t stay long

I was worried about melting

the art I touched my eyes lightly

to each flake and when I left

the museum I believed a bit more

in God the strangest thing was

I never shivered I knew love

the whole time