May 13, 2009 / Creative Writing
I watched Rebel Without a Cause on TV late one college night when I learned …
October 30, 2019
We’re going to the backyard to look for God,
I say. Double-layer your legs
and zip your hood. We’re going to look
for God in the cold
wind. We’re going to hang out with the dogs.
Leash the rowdy one to the swing set.
Stray within his reach and he knocks you
down in patches of snow. He goes in
for a kiss with his wet snout. I brush off the crystals
caking your rear end, airlift and release you
elsewhere. We’re going to look for God elsewhere,
I say. Still the icicled swings lure and ensnare.
Wind gnaws our noses, your cheeks furnaced red
from within. Paws knock you down again
into seashell shards of ice.
We’re going to look for God in the ice, I suggest,
sheets of cracked ice on the back patio.
Stay away from the dogs.
Cameron Morse lives with his wife, Lili, and son, Theodore, in Blue Springs, Missouri. His first collection, Fall Risk, won Glass Lyre Press’s 2018 Best Book Award. His subsequent collections are Father Me Again from Spartan Press, Coming Home with Cancer from Blue Lyra Press, and Terminal Destination from Spartan Press.