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Where no-one seeks


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


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