the ordinariness of things sometimes
like leaves and wind and grass
leaves falling
wind whispering
and grass covering
and footsteps
a ball playing with
the dog
a baby on a crib
mother's lullaby
rain coming with
a warning
roof that stands
aloof
your silence beside
a cup of coffee
and my gaze beyond
the window
the sunset fading
into total darkness
and the moon
sailing by
passing at us
slowly soundlessly
epiphenomena...
God is still here
on epiphany We watch
We are being watched.
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