A poem from around 2008, which for some reason unknown to me has never made it onto this blog.
Rain on a green tin roof
Is proof that God exists.
No life force, no gene
Hopping from human being
To human being, no
Combination of chances
Or amoeba romances
Would consider such a
Lullaby sleep-enticing
Sound; no unexplained
Gaps or haphazard
Scattered jigsaw maps
Could contrive to
Bring alive the man in a shell
Sheltered-from-the-elements
Feel. And though
Stars in their courses
Might wheel insensibly
Round, I have found that
Rain on a green tin roof
Is proof for me that God exists.
