Who told you you were naked?
No one told you.
In a single strange moment,
the colored moving world welled up
into the colored moving world
trees and clouds
stones and water
the chatter and songs
and behemoth curiously lifts his head
and you are
and you’re here
and it’s now.
Your eyes turn to the other eyes
and they’re shining too.
It’s both of you, now, here, together,
trembling with this greatness.
In the heat of the day, a little wind runs through.
Only the leaves shiver
and the two of you.
Your eyes meet and
you both laugh again.
It’s so much- all at once.
Who told you?
The voice is colder.
The words you would have to invent to say
sink back down your throat
falling back into the heart they almost came from.
The leaves you wove tear and fall and
you have to stand there-
this is naked-
both of you naked
and him waiting.
From deep in the darkening sky
a little wind runs around you all.
It’s cold- so cold.
To be this way.
Whatever you want.
Oh, God, please. Whatever you say.
I’ll do it. I’ll be good. I promise. Please.
Do you delight in our weakness, Father?
Does it make you perfect?
Is it what draws your attention
Down, out of the vast and infinite
sorrow where your heart lives-
clouded like a newborn star?
Does it assuage you, for a moment,
to trip us with nothing and trigger
muddy knees and hands?
Hiding in the trees.
Where are you?
calls out One who already knows everything.
Your breath slows, chokes in your throat.
Where are you?
He’s enjoying the game.
Enjoying the heartbeat He must know
is knocking against your ribs-
as your terror convulses into purity-
as He comes near.
But then He veers off.
Perfect fear can cast out everything
whether its piss or hope that holds you back. And
your newly clean mind understands.
He’ll keep coming closer
At last He’ll let himself find you and stare down, gloating,
as you crescendo
and then He’ll begin.
As if the sky were made of giants
through the deep blue sea-
Your limbs move-
soft as ropes of clay-
and you stumble out ot the brambles .
The game is over
and He hasn’t won.