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8 February 2017
Questions of Existence
film-star beautiful Professor Brian Cox
asking, 'Why are we here?'
I could smell my skin,
bared by my scant sarong,
pungent in the heat.
I tasted in memory
the seafood risotto
Maureen bought me for lunch.
I saw that I had not answered adequately
when she asked, 'Do you believe in God?'
All I said was, 'Yes.'
I felt startled when she said she didn't.
She said she believes in Nature.
I would call that God, or part of God.
I listened to the restaurant chef
telling how much he loves
his two little daughters.
I observed, in the photo he showed,
the calmly radiant face of the 5-year-old
as she cradled her baby sister.
Now I am enjoying the taste of warm milk
and cocoa: my usual nightcap. A little earlier
I had a glass of red with the Professor.
And I remembered trying to explain
to Maureen my idea of God. That I was not
believing in the one she doesn't believe in.
I wanted to go back and simply say,
'I believe in God, and I don't know
what God is.' (Though I know God.)
I watched Brian Cox smile sweetly from the screen
as he told us, 'No-one knows why. It can be whatever
you choose.' (Science catches up with philosophy!)
It's a hot, sticky night tonight, in this little corner
of the ever-expanding Universe – where we are
because we must be, and I am because I am.
Written in a format suggested in Diane Lockward's The Crafty Poet II.
Linking to Poets United's Poetry Pantry #340