"Feeling Fog Feeling God" - Eugene C. Bianchi


"Feeling Fog Feeling God" - Eugene C. Bianchi

“Just sit there right now.
Don’t do a thing. Just rest.
For your separation from God
is the hardest work in this world.”
--Shams-ud-din Muhammad Hafiz (1320-1389)

Sounds awfully pious like a preacher 
bent on getting our lapsed hides back 
into synagogues, mosques and churches. 
Yet that sainted excommunicate Jew 
Bennie Spinoza, grinding his lenses 
in The Hague, found God everywhere 
as did Persian poet Hafiz and Catholic Aquinas, 
who thought getting separated from the divine 
impossible or at least a very hard chore 
especially if you don’t block nature from 
seeping into your soul, aware or distracted.

Today a soft Georgia fog rose from the Oconee
gently spread over oaks, dogwood, sweet gum 
over scampering squirrels and my garden 
bench to tap on my chest for re-entry. 
This is an old man’s fog less rushed and 
insistent than its cousin that streamed over
the San Francisco Bay in my youth, cascading 
through hills and hurrying by me to 
push inland for new ventures and dreams.

Just then three clean-cut young Mormons in dark ties 
and short-sleeve white shirts interrupted my musings 
to tell me about the splendor of the latter days. 
I offered them a vaguer mist as maybe godly 
though bright with doubt, when they were ready.

Later I explained all this to cat Max who 
mumbled assent, but wondered where he could buy 
Spinoza’s glasses, so I reminded him of his built-ins.

"Feeling Fog Feeling God" is a selection from Gene's new collection, Chewing Down My Barn: Poems from the Carpenter Bees. His website is http://www.bianchibooks.com

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