I am god today

​the reigning lord of curls
kicked into overdrive.

I’m tending the fields
of myself - 
she of long weekends 
with only

birdsong
cat murmur
brush on paper

for company.

I don’t know why
it took me so long 
to remember 
who I was to begin with.

I am god today

Messiah of 
maybe,
I don’t know ,
and we’ll see.

It feels good to be 
the almighty and most high 
of words running like rivers 
to the sea.

I’m in charge
and I’m not going
anywhere fast.

I’m traveling at the speed
of the five dusty books
standing tall as prophets
from my nightstand.

amen.