Signs
The sun come out of the clouds
and the clouds come out of the sun.
A message from a God they had neglected to name yet.
We can assume
that much pondering on these signs ensued.
It’s not that easy
to interpret cloudy suns and sunny clouds.
While they were thus engaged
a small bush bloomed into flame.
“That bush is on fire.” Said a watchful elder.
The tribe grunted acknowledgement,
for it was indeed a burning bush.
“P*** on it,” another suggested. –
So they did.
Naturally, the discovery of fire
was much delayed, and is it any wonder
that after Moses,
God
has retreated into a puzzled silence.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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