when I feel ocean tongue sloppy kiss my soul
like my dog happy to have me home   

when I hear rain drops jigging on my skull –
happy for their fall from cumulus rage  

a moment
bringing question without possibility    

while watching clouds slow-waltz
in comatose sky                       

a moment        when I realize
I never really knew these clouds at all  

a moment     
when cool mist on desert skin   

becomes just a momentary joy – a tease –
like winter’s day that begs to stay  

through summer’s torment
a moment that comes  

from the crater of me – a darkness –
wanting only moon as salve  

I don’t know where god is
but these moments                  must be close