A melancholy running over the world,
trampled rows of arthritic wishes
trying to dust themselves off and carry on.
Dust feasts with minute teeth on a handbag.
God is a diamond, multifaceted, sparkling
rainbow colors, knife sharp, hard cutting.
And red He let loose in the world
to give us one drop short of enough to drink,
to leave us one inch short of His height
requirement, roiling within ourselves,
connected by an energy that knows us.
Miniature Moon 