Findings - Gary Turchin

[Larry Robinson]

Findings
 
dear god,
I keep finding you in my poems,
don’t I?
I didn’t know I was a believer,                                
but I keep calling you out
and you keep showing up
like you belong here,
right in the middle of my thoughts,
don’t you?
like you’re at home in my house
even if I’m not in yours;
that makes you a generous god,
if not persistent to the point of obsessive
for not giving up on me
knowing I keep giving up on you
yet calling your names out
as if I had the copyright to them. Oh lord,
and you never once threatened me with an infringement suit
or even complained.
you just sat here,
in the middle of my words,
like you were some regal force of nature
resplendent
glorious
the perfect reference
inexplicable
yet understood on every level
and could rise above even my half-truth invocation of your good name
as if we were partners in this crime,
when it is I who am the criminal
and you, the divine, forgiving law
that is partner in all things
believed or not

	- Gary Turchin