by cathy g.
if the heart of god were to explode
beneath the surface of some uncharted deep
carried away on the current of an underwater wind
what cacophony would emerge
what beauty
what pain
what fear
what hope
what loss
what prayer
would drift and swirl
...like a color wheel
dissolved and set mindlessly adrift.
what secret would be revealed -
aeons of thread-bare whispers
unraveling sky-high as through the blowhole
of a wandering dolphin
caught unawares
and unprepared for dainty puffs of discretion.
o god
god might say
i thought my heart might contain it all
submerged and cooled
in this thin and saltless sea.
it seems perhaps not.
