11-08-2016, 11:10 AM
A friend from another group, Joy Olivia Yourcenar passed away this year. An (as far as I know) unpublished poem she workshopped back in 2003 and one of my favourites by her:
Looking at God's Vacation Slides
When God invites you over
to see her vacation slides,
You're surprised.
You didn't even know she took holidays,
let alone shot Kodachrome 25.
When God invites you over,
you ask if you can bring the dip
and when she laughs and says, him too
You're surprised
to learn she has a sense of humour
But then, you remember sex and platypi.
When God invites you over
the slides are always in focus, never upside down or backwards
and she chats nonchalantly about the nebulous hearts of stars.
You're surprised
by the implicit beauty swirling in oil slicks
and in every, in every other person in the world.
When God invites you over to see her transparencies,
you're...
surprised.
Looking at God's Vacation Slides
When God invites you over
to see her vacation slides,
You're surprised.
You didn't even know she took holidays,
let alone shot Kodachrome 25.
When God invites you over,
you ask if you can bring the dip
and when she laughs and says, him too
You're surprised
to learn she has a sense of humour
But then, you remember sex and platypi.
When God invites you over
the slides are always in focus, never upside down or backwards
and she chats nonchalantly about the nebulous hearts of stars.
You're surprised
by the implicit beauty swirling in oil slicks
and in every, in every other person in the world.
When God invites you over to see her transparencies,
you're...
surprised.