On finding god in my old collection of Cardinals cards
“Look, I was right about the color of the sky”
- D to me yesterday morning after calling her shot of sunrise.
As a child I drew god
almost perfectly.
That little sun.
Corner of the page
rays like a punk hairstyle,
keeping watch over
a blank —
Crack.
Today, I swing a branch outside to
make music of solitude — you
should have heard it!
Like a cathedral dome, the sound
choked the air, rubbing up against infinity
or the phantom limb of my machine pitch
ground rule double.
Crack.
Tape it back
break to break —
Like meaning lost in translation,
beauty woke in the attempt.
I returned home recently to sort through some keepsake boxes, which, first of all, go mom! second of all, cute!
Among tons of Mason Memorabilia I found a sizable catalog of old drawings, stories and poems. A handful of the drawings were of “god” from Sunday School - plus, I really love the economical mind of a kid to draw a sun in the corner since circle’s are so elusive. (Wish I took a photo, but… didn’t. Would have been great for this post though!)
Baseball fact check: I used to collect baseball cards, basically just Albert Pujols. And the crowning achievement of my storied K-6 baseball career was a ground rule double… in machine pitch.
My high school choir sang in the duomo in Italy once. Pretty spectacular. The ringing at the end was … everything. That may be where the dome line comes from - not sure, but the program from that trip was also in this box :)