God said something about the present moment
but He spoke in unfurling leaves and this went
unnoticed.

“He is always speaking,” said the rock I stubbed
my toe on as I took my morning walk.
The robin left a smear of white upon my car.

“Oh, God,” I said, “Oh, there You are.
You wink at me as well as frown.
You turn my vision upside down.”

And inside out, God did reply,
As me, He heaved a little sigh.

Vicki Woodyard