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…
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 glimmer pinkpurplegreen-grey,
Where city dogs sniff and pee.
Where no-one seeks,
But occasionally someone finds.