God-Country

I am the God-code, God knows it all went wrong

in the God-house, I am bone-tired, God-bent,

rolling down a hill in the valley God cried forth,

God-spent, I am often on my knees in wonder,

Godforsaken in the grass so green I taste its embers,

frothing at the mouth, a hunger God-given,

I am humbled, bending to the south stance

of trees on the edge of spring, God-swollen,

God-sounds like the ghost of ancestors scratching

their backs on doors, on walls, edging closer,

God-moaning like holy ghosts, under covers,

smoothing fingers against windows, God-fog hovering

around the edges of the house. I’ve spent all year

God-bored breathing through my only God-face,

a mouth to wail, as to exhale, God-dancing

by the fireplace meant to catch this hem with sparks,

meant to God-kiss all the wrongs of me,

my scraped shins, my ashen hair, dented faith

spiraling down my spine, Godspeed my toes. God,

where is all the God-sense brandishing me with glory,

washing me with God-water, ushering me back

to the beginning, God-done, dog gone, dogs waiting

by the front door to grant me exit, let me enter,

first step onto this God-porch, devotion by the base of me,

I sing to the underside of clouds, God-high or God-well,

deep in the valley where I found you.