9932. KALEIDOSCOPE

KALEIDOSCOPE

Whatever that thing be. The

same vision as a broken-up vision?

I've read about Gods and demons 

and angels and all, but they never

came across like that : chiseled and

beveled, all those strange edges of 

glass. I always wondered, actually, 

if you could only see God in things

God made  -  rather then man-made 

things. You know, a sofa or a car, in a

living room or a parking lot. Somewhere.

It cannot seem to rightly be that you'd

see God there, or even an angel or one

of those spectral things  - feet up on the

end table, sipping some divine elixir,

maybe through a straw, just waiting 

your arrival out. Or sitting behind the 

wheel of some silly car, waiting for 

your return, tapping on something to 

a radio beat. It's all broken vision; all 

I ever see. Fiery bush, Angels in a 

moving cloud, some version of God,

moving with force over the rolling

power of the eastern sea. Whatever

that thing be.