Fools say in their hearts, “There is no God.”
They are corrupt, they do abominable deeds;
there is no one who does good.
Joseph Robert Mills
Because the road to the daycare goes east,
on spring mornings we drive towards the sun
along a corridor of flowering dogwoods,
and it may be the illuminated white petals,
the second coffee I had before we left,
or Pink doing a Steve Miller song, the one
from Happy Feet that made me realize
she has a great voice, but suddenly I’m close
to tears. I have to lock my elbows to keep
the van on the road. Then I start laughing
because of how difficult it would be to explain
I drove into a tree after being overwhelmed
by the enigmatic beauty of this world.
From the backseat, my son asks, “Daddy,
What’s wrong?” and when I say, “Nothing,
I’m just happy,” he claps, “I’m happy too!”
From Love and Other Collisions (Press 53, 2010).