God Walks Through The Park

God isn’t bigger than a tree, whines Lucas,
in that way people will whine when weary
from walking a huge, unwalkable world.
God is bigger that everything, insists Joel.
Not bigger than a building, whines Lucas,
not bigger than Earth. But Joel isn’t weary
so for him God is the Earth, God is the tree
and the building. God is walking the dogs
drinking puddles and hosing them on trees.
God walks the Earth, and walks with Joel.
I’m bigger than the boys. I own the dogs.
But can’t explain how life not of this world
thrives in this world, how people can believe
without knowing, but can’t know then not believe.

Carl Griffin is from Swansea and has had poems published in Cake, Magma, Poetry Wales, Ink Sweat & Tears, and the Cheval anthology series. He has reviewed collections for Wales Arts Review and was recently long-listed for the Cinnamon Pamphlet Poetry Prize and Eyewear’s Melita Hume Prize, and commended in the Geoff Stevens Memorial Prize.