Bobbling for Apples in the Dark (a post-election reflection)

Something’s spent. It’s like the Father

left the Holy Spirit and his Son to deal

with this Existence He’s engendered
which has rendered that remaining Duo

impotent. Not unlike what this new spike

of loss we feel has done to any prospects

of another tolerable dawn. Strange

we can’t identify what’s going on. 

Is it time to change the paradigm?

Drop the model of the Trinity

anthropomorphically exhausting us

to see divinity, infinity, eternity

in the infirmity of daddy/son paternity?

Maybe keep the thing in it we can’t define:

that holy spirit business might refine for us

a more regaling, porous sense of the divine.

Maybe Trump is not the problem after all.

Maybe there’s no problem.

Politics is bobbling for apples in the dark.

But how do apples grow, and why?

And what is darkness but a symptom

of our vision’s incapacity?

Seek another kind of light.

There’s something more to see.

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