touching God

by Carol Bass


sunny day before Thanksgiving
a new baby, a new dog, an old dressing recipe 

old men firing up a line of grills 
near the Miracle Temple of the Apostolic Faith 
sandpipers scooting over marsh mudlfats
an entire morning resetting passwords

recent hurricane waves rearranged the beach
hurling sand from ancient worlds right into our laps
mixing mysteries with plates as we arrange them over green placemats
our bodies bump around the table, lighting candles
through clouds of God