Watched the sun rise
thru the tangled branches of
a rotting palm tree
at the bottom of a rain
puddle
the deep blue sea is turning green
or gray
with rusty chrome highlights
straight out of the Book of Job
& the wind whispers “let us pray”
but why & what for I
couldn’t say
staggering out into the damp
carrying a surfboard & a wetsuit
& with a flock of epileptic
butterflies in my gut
knelt down right there
on the bloodstained Tijuana pavement
but then God
(a known alcoholic with a criminal record
& a pink hat)
was nowhere to be found