Groove

You stop trains and convince them
to wander about green pastures
like cows with blowholes.

And they love the Lord for you.

Not that I chugachug or issue forth
black smoke much
anymore
but I do run
headlong into the Divine.

I’m not writing you
a job description.
I’m just saying
you turn trains into cows and
they don’t object, and this is how
I think you calm me.

I’m just saying
I see Godsbreath on the air
when you’re in motion.



Comments (4) left to “Groove”

  1. Irving wrote:

    A wonderful and joyful poem :) Just great!

    Ya Haqq!

  2. pbsweeney wrote:

    Love the language – the bites of consonant sound and the unexpected word use. Love it!

  3. eusimma wrote:

    woderful and beutifull poem, just love it.

  4. eusimma wrote:

    from: eusimma

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