Acrylic & Ceramic On wood
Looking Hard
There are enigmas in my home’s concrete
Hidden in the hardened cement.
A mélange of shining streams
Golden and impure
If I could lift up the skirt
Of my house and view these shapes underneath
Would I see the Sea of Galilee?
All those pieces of toast
I’ve made in a lifetime
Of Breakfasts
Surely Mary’s mug
Was on one of them.
Perhaps the toaster should be set
To cook the bread darker.
Leaves bob and weave
As if Adam’s chatty snake
Moved underneath
And the foot steps
Of Moses come to judge me …again.
The air conditioner hisses and groans
Expelling cool relief
Is it the Holy Spirit..?
Or just compressed air?
I am always thinking that I am not looking
listening or feeling hard enough.
I’m in a trance and these cars, children
Jobs are all a dream.
I missed the quick flicking shadows
On a Golf course at two AM.
Missed the voice of Elijah
Under a cracked ice pond
Saw only the sun
When God wanted to reason with me.
I have looked hard for the divine
And the world looks back at me.
I could swear
I saw a cardinal wink.
Joshua Kight 4/ 5/ 11