how to find god
sunday. in the scabs on mother’s knees.
where she plants mourning that sprouts
in the wrinkles of her skin.
bridges. fragile chinas learning to paint colours.
& vibrate in quiet hues
from the broken shards of spilled tears.
pray. how can you find god
in the shadows of a broken boy.
can you not see
he’s been burnt by his mother’s prayers?
