Maker

I make highways

where there were none

and lay down 

belts of green

under my hand

tall trees quiver 

and spring up

covered in leaves

heavy with fruit 

my parted lips 

drive storms 

lashing rain and 

the lightning of 

your dominion 

feel how I have 

threaded it upon

the needle of my power

I have a thief’s magic

I am always borrowing 

from better gods

and changing form

to more easily lie down

beneath their strong towers

and sleep unnoticed 

in a corner of the celestial fields

I am just a flower

that grows in the crevasses

in the broken places

where the stone has crumbled 

lucky for me 

that you are the only one

clever enough 

to penetrate my disguise 

and my secret 

is safe with you.