* The places we don't look


You can tell me I should only look

in gardens and seasides and a cloud-filled sky

but in the crowded rooms full of

dizzying lights

soul-shaking music

moving bodies

somewhere among the lyrics of

"shake it harder"

hands around waists

half-finished bottles of beer

somewhere among all that sensuality

is God.

No, it's true.  I saw him there.

He told me he missed dancing.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

published in "Labour of Love", July 2006

published in Tower Poetry, Winter Edition 2007 -2008, Vol.56 no 2

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