Things We Don’t Want to Believe In

A sign once told me  ”GOD IS HERE.”

It was in all white letters. All caps.

With a black background.

I was not sure what it was trying to tell me

I was more concerned with the rain

charting unknown territories along

the gray concrete and brown dust.

The invisible cartography of leaves

gently falling on lines connecting

people to a semblance of life on a tree.

The whispers I seem to hear in the morning

dew. The soundless screams of begging

children in the rain. We don’t have to go

that far to see the stars. Or its unknown

mysteries. That unknown universe next to

you while walking in the street. Those

black eyes with swimming light

raises more questions than you can answer.

The innocent touch of memory of an

outstretched hand to a person

filled with mistakes and scars.

It was only a measure of things we don’t

want to believe in words just get in the

way it resembles reality something we

can understand like a phone trying to say

‘I love you’ in the middle of the night.