Planetary
I seek a portable religion
With seasonal shrines housed in leaf
Faces of chalk upon each odd-shaped rock
To mark the spot where tomorrow
I might drop
My planetary skin
Gods with flaws
Brawn
And a taste for sweats
Sweating under the yellow
Umbrellas I bring
Anything:
A spring green walk in a city field
A row of puddles in a parking block
A well-spent transit leaving delay
Deserves a carved stone upon which I can sit
And pray
No cathedrals with rose stained windows
That waste their populace
Or chapels with open-mouthed saints
To watch me beg grace
Women here men there
Beauty dormant under cover
Here:
Give me holy
Here and here and here