I say to the hibiscus:
my Lord is God
my Lord is the
and I repeat this over and over
with devotion
and I can’t stop He is the
I sing this proudly from my chest
expectorate
at the flowers burning like a bush
formless joy bursting from the top of my body, God
is my Lord
now I back up and dive
into the crimson of the hibiscus
to shout and to suckle the honey
that came before me, and now from the roof of the warehouse
he looks at me and I at him
as I speak and thoughts
bounce from my brain, become a blue kingfisher, the God
I explain as I dance, God is the
only thing, my dear.
