I saw God in the dancing dapple of the sidewalk poplar.
In the bone-warming heat of day,
Wafted cool by a considerate breeze,
Branch and leaf cast jiggling patterns:
Shimmering, shuddering, shaking, shapes
Of light more light less light dark more dark less dark.
(How to describe the transfixing tremens of these shadows?)
Here holy hidden
In such an underfoot scene.
An I-don’t-mind-if-you-tread-on-me God
Below-your-gaze, out-of-sight-out-of-mind God
Epiphany-God, who hides where the garbage bags lie,
Where pigeons bob and peck and shimmer pinkpurplegreen-grey;
Where city dogs sniff and pee.
Where noone seeks,
But occasionally someone finds