Godlike

Again 

you’ve made the 

earth tremble and tilt

upended rivers

shaken out storms

and yet you say

that you are not a god

that you don’t believe 

in those things 

tell me

when the lightning 

hammers down

over the houses 

how the road of light

is made without a forge

in the heavens 

tell me how

you can pour

emotions like syrup 

from the jar of secrets

until I feel the crystals

of sorrow growing in me

filling the empty rooms

of the sanctuary 

that whisper 

with loneliness 

I’ve never seen

mortals make their 

soft magic spin up

to the burning sky

or reach into

the heart flower

to pluck out 

the faultless pistil 

glowing like a star 

in its velvet bed 

where your hands

touch the world 

you are making 

miracles.