God Is In

god is in the license plate of the car

that pulled in front of me too fast in traffic

444 - take a deep breath

it knows I am rushing, paying just enough attention

god is the shade of purple that only shows

in september wild flowers

the ones I know all the names of

and it is also the loonie at the bottom of my bag

used for a round of pool

though I’ve already spent it countless times

god is leaving the bag of mushrooms in the restroom

having peace that the right person will find it

that we have taken what we needed

god is in my fear of failing myself

appearing as the willingness to try

god is in the meeting of my new neighbour

at the perfect, lonely time

god is between the pen and the page

in my listening without trying.