What you saw was me

a turbulent equanimity:

Violent waters finding peace

to then find violence once again

and again—

Of course, these are only good and bad to you

Days of purpose and

days of pain

This, I am sure, you now understand.

 

What you saw was the grander picture,

lines between winds and water blurred:

a metaphysical image of ebb and flow

Things made sense, didn’t they?

Things always seem to make sense

when you pull away

when you retire the narrative

and become as the atoms in my body

 

What you saw was an idea that your species tries to encapsulate with futile letters

but fails to do so

You can’t really name what you can’t fully know.

 

Yet, you can try

 

Now then,

Is it fair to say

that what you saw

was God?