POLYGOD

I’m convinced

that every polytheistic religion got it right

god is a bunch of things:

the sea the land the weather

all variety of animals

god may well be rot:

mycelia threading all of our fates

back to the soil

there is every possibility 

that god is a microbe living in your gut

or maybe one in your anus

fed forward into the future from breast to mouth

to live at the precipice of your end

to protect you from the devils

that lurk in the great cycle of digestion

or it could be that god is only present like they say

in the presence of three or more gathered

maybe god is the electric charge

holding electrons near enough to nuclei

to make up the existence we toil and play in

god might be a two-dimensional shape

a rhomboid or an irregular polygon

tesselating messily in more directions

than our mathematics has the words for yet

if there is an image of god in which creation was made

then the short span of our history 

is unlikely to be it 

the vanity project of a Humanlike God

flies in the face of millenia of mega flora and fauna

who owned the garden of Eden 

before Eve and her partner moved in

I find it best

to treat everyone as though they might be god:

with kindness and reverence.

They are chock full of mistakes and grace

like me,

and like the bacteria

living in my asshole