still small nothing

I wish someone could describe

for me why it is I can't believe that God

leads you anywhere in particular,

much less by the hand, as much as I'd like

to be taken by God's hand (or would I?)

alongside the shoulder of I-40

all the way back home across all those

desert states to Oklahoma

where the dirt is red and necks redder.

Tell me God is nudging you,

and I think perhaps he's poking you

as if he was cursed with Facebook

just like the rest of us, and had no

better means of communication

or other way to speak, and who other

than Isaiah or Jeremiah would say he spoke to them -

and look where it got them? On their sides

naked for weeks eating shit.

Are you eating shit, you young Protestants

Click-click-clicking your way through class?

The last time God spoke to me I quivered,

not a little kid but a (somewhat)

grown man, and feeling that, nearly died,

being (somewhat) lower than excrement.