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“Finding G-d” by Trevor Witt

Finding G-d,
In a duck,
In the pink flowers growing on vines,
Wrapped around the trellis,
Adjacent to the cafe,
In the suburban sprawl,
Amongst the trees,
In the roses and birds of paradise,
That flourish around my condo complex,

While I feel my struggles –
Of rent, traffic tickets, low income, and loneliness –

G-d is all around –
In me – in every cell consuming oxygen,
Transferring electrons, in a chain of reactions,
We can never comprehend the beauty,
Of the Mystery within and without,
Holding us tightly, and letting us flounder.
Instead, we embrace the awe,
As we float amongst the stars.

“Not exactly abandoned” by Trevor Witt

Not exactly abandoned,
Just left alone,
Some deep insecurity is triggered,
And my eyes well up.

Plans change.
It’s not that unusual,
Maybe’s are not yeses.
When no one is in charge,
No one feels responsible.

Commitments might conflict,
People double book themselves,

They change their minds.

It’s not as though I never flaked.
It’s not personal.

Everyone, every one,
Has their own shit to deal with.

“Finding a point on a curve” by Trevor Witt

Finding a point on a curve,
We accept that there is a curve,
A graph made up of points,
We assume the motion or change
Of the curve is not entirely continuous,
But can be broken up into discrete moments,
Time can be fractionalized, rather than irrationalized.
If you see my point,
You may miss my trajectory,
And yet the waves are only one aspect
Of the Ocean of Infinity.

We have a Planck length’s understanding
Of billions of light years of Existence.