I don't know
for certain if
there is a God
or god or goddess,
or pantheon,
if you will,
of skyward
or earthbound
divinities,
but I do know when
time and space
are savored
open-heartedly
and slow
in this stew
of experience
we call the Real,
it doesn't matter
to me what's
ultimate
or not,
besides last
night's rain
and today's
blue dome
overhead
and those kids'
from the neighborhood
gleeful squeals
of life
wildly
announcing
itself in play
and sweet
entrancing song
on the park's
moist
and
glistening,
green
green
green
grass.
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