THE BREATH OF GOD
The first time I felt the presence of god was at the foot of the tunnel of the great redwood tree and the thick steep hill it anchored itself to.
The second time was in Viet Nam with the opening of a chom chom, first peeling back its rind, then the smell of its taste before taste, then the glory of its taste as it entered into my mouth.
There are moments your eyes must remain open.
This is one of those times.
Michael H. Brownstein has been widely published throughout the small and literary presses. His work has appeared in The Café Review, American Letters and Commentary, Skidrow Penthouse, Xavier Review, Hotel Amerika, Free Lunch, Meridian Anthology of Contemporary Poetry, and The Pacific Review. He has nine chapbooks including I Was a Teacher Once (Ten Page Press, 2011), Firestorm: A Rendering of Torah (Camel Saloon Press, 2012) and The Possibility of Sky and Hell: From My Suicide Book (White Knuckle Press, 2013). He is the editor of First Poems from Viet Nam (2011).
moments of perfection not to be missed…rhanks
Beautiful
Thanks for the kind words.
Michael H. Brownstein