God is Up in the Sky and Everywhere Else Too

A cloud
is such an obvious thing,
everywhere and especially here.

To understand the concept
of ‘blue’,
I need to look at artworks,
illustrated children’s books,
the screensaver of a friend’s laptop.

The sky is full
of bags and broken insects
being blown around
by invisible gods.

When there is a break,
an angel comes down on a sunbeam
and plays on the grass.

But angels are such
obvious things
for one looking upwards.

You have to wait until night-time
for a demon to arrive,
with a mouth of red and revelation,
eating up all your prayers.