we will play hopscotch

we will play hopscotch                            November 27, 2015
i am what i am
does not mean
that you are who
you think you are.

–    the cat tries to chew my pen
–    while i write
–    he has sharp teeth

god is not sharp
and not not-sharp
god is who god is
but you do not yet know
that you owe nothing
to yourself
because you have
no self

i am nobody
i am not anybody

–    the cat curls warm beside me
–    his warm seeps into me

god is never warm
but still seeps into cracks
and shatters Selves
like ice in rock
or comes like a geyser
with a hot whoosh
god is not wet
like floods are not wet

have you ever
run through a wall
or crashed into air?
when you can walk on water
call me
and we will
play hopscotch
and checkers again.

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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