Tonight, it seems impossible to not notice
the god that brightens the cup of mint tea
and the soft-scented god in the lavender petals.
The quenching god in the tangerine
juice running down the wrists.
And the laughing saline god
that crashes the ocean waves.
The stinky god in the stinky fish
and the starlit god in the dark abyss
and the grumbling god in the growling belly
and the somber god in the pillow—
it’s a wonder I ever forget how holy
the world is, every line, every hair,
every scale, every sound—and yet somehow
sometimes I miss the balancing god
in the bicycle tire and the ticklish
god in the inner thigh and the sweetening
god in the green bananas that even tonight
are engaged in ripening, that miracle
of transforming into a deeper sweetness
minute by minute by minute.