Father's Day

I do not go to God
as a petitioner
but as a participant, one fractal of that light,
a prism going home
to play in the sunfield
like animals lying on the earth
their bodies so happy, the way the earth
embraces without holding
like a whale sounding from the deeps
like lava flowing forth
then returning
so I become large
become small
become you
my enemy
whom God loves
just as much as me


Published in Surviving Death, The Broken Spine, Ltd., 2023