Apology

'Many hate God having only seen his backside,
Caught him on the off day, sunglasses on, riding the train to work in a haze,
rain outside, him powerless to affect.'

--for a girl, disaffected.

I owe you an apology,
one big fat stinking reeking apology,
a pile of rubbish I pulled from my old house
to show you that I’d torn down my walls.

I want you to see me sitting here
perched atop that landfill of my old life
picking refuse from the dirty heap, smiling deeply,
banana peels for crowns and bracelets.

I want you to take a deep breath,
and know that I am well, cascading against my own past,
like a waterfall over rocks it once was,
and when you hear the sound, rejoice,

for I am found.