Emperical God
So the unmovable mover is one both in definition and in number; therefore there is one god and one heaven alone. ― Aristotle
Start with the known,
the way a child begins.
A child begins by calling
all men father. Then, later on
distinguishes. Father: burrower,
planter of unharvestable spring.
Mother, first rope
and ring tossed to a budding
glove – a sustenance, like air
or love. Love, that triggering
nerve that in the Greek origin
myth substitutes touch for a god’s
imperative: union of sky and sea,
sea and earth. Luminous bodies
coupling like first birds.
Call it one god, one heaven
when learned
through its carcass and seed –
Palm. Milk. Soul. Wing.
Palm, fallow field surrendering
its feed. Milk, an ancient
man’s mother’s plan.
Soul, a rusted bell ringing,
striped buoy bobbing,
bobbing. Wing, a triumph
and sudden cold.
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Copyright © 2015 M. B. McLatchey. All rights reserved.
Published in Ruminate Magazine, Issue #37, December, 2015.
