God Chuckled

with a smidgen of theology
a smattering of prayer
with concern for the environment
that preferential option for the poor
with a mother’s lap for a weaned child
and borrowed ah, bright wings
i carefully craft my god

on a fall day
softly kisses
the breasts of trees

windshield wipers
(my oldest
forty and more years ago
called them smicker smackers)
play hide and seek
with the Rain

my vision blurs

i hear (my husband)
talk soft

i watch (my husband)
listen hard

(even we
will little heed
nor long remember
what we

but ah, bright love
through a gray day
i hear some God
(not of my making)

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