God is a Wilderness First Responder,
a CPR master.
God always wears a helmet,
except at night, when she lets down
her hair and covers us in dreams.
God finds you unconscious in the woods,
speaking gently but firmly,
her voice a braid of elements:
Can you hear me?
God already knows your name,
but loves to play hide and seek
and will place mundane objects
in the most sacred, dusty corners
of your living room.
You’ll find these during a cleaning fit
after you’ve finally come to –
speaking in the only language
you were born to learn.