Blasphemer's Wheel Selected & New Poems finding god I can sing that's all not much of a commodity nothing to scrawl on my resume just something I've found again finding god in a God-riddled world finding love her feet in my hands her tired body loosening into sleep lying beside her past understanding curled against the world's map the curve of her shore I can sing like a child gathering stones or an old man rounding the corner with his eyes full of night finding god in my nightstand drawer a blue shell from a beach a bottle of danish glass and a dozen letters of love in her sleep she turns into my arms and sighing back to dream she's sheltered for a moment in the world I can sing to the cold stars and lake I can sing to the city where lovers' rooms gather dust finding god in the absence of the come-on shrug of her shoulder the absence of her scent falling through fear and sorrow through dreams of my companion in her shawl and tears I can sing on a broken bridge with a broken child I can sing when there's nothing else to be done finding god in the night rumble of a distant train finding god in the memory of my bruised skin nothing's meant if it doesn't happen living a diary of finding god a small pretension of words