Creed

I’m not here to defend a creed

for I was loved into be

If one were necessary,

and if the Almighty were interested in

communicating with me,

I imagine he or she

might have simply written

a clear set of instructions

in the atmosphere

Like the condensation trails

of two airplanes crossing paths,

X marks the spot.

It’s not that I object

to the words or formalities

or even to the mysteries —

you know, the unbelievables

(what isn’t?)

Like eastern lubber grasshoppers

and gopher tortoises,

Hubble-Webb wonders,

and a perfectly habitable planet

in mostly uninhabitable space, so . . .

Maybe the prescription is written in the sky

and all around,

after all.

Love is everywhere

And that’s why, as for me,

my creed is simply

Awe