Looking for god is
like asking directions for the edge of the earth.
–– Stephen Hawking
In the beginning there
was nothing, which exploded. –– Terry Pratchett
Before the Big Bang, no time,
so no room for god
crushed against solid Nothing. We should
be ‘pretty pleased’. No need to fear god now
(though what scares most of us is that paler shadow
at the back of our group photo of devils and gods).
*
At the quantum level we’ve
seen a photon pop
into existence from nothing ––
why not
‘the ultimate free lunch’? So something has come
of nothing: my appetite’s gone. Bear with me
Flying Spaghetti Monster made
of string theory.
*
The unnameable was always a
human name
even as it shrank from having a finger put on it ––
sunbeam touching the nerve in a passage tomb,
god of the minded gap, the sucked thumb,
cloud of unknowing breathed on a window pane.
*
What if god comes with the
bubble-wrap, the fold
between universes, blacker than black rose
bundled into the mother of all black holes?
What if time is a sliced pan,
each moment
self-preserved, fresh as the day it was born?
Moseying along the path at the
edge of the cliff ––
