By Christos Floratos
I happened upon God once where the trains all meet.
Some untethered opera,
Some backwater near Cronulla.
Home was only around when he showed his radiant face.
I found Buddha once in the closest of my mind.
A certain harmony followed my shut eyes
Where charity chanced my unsullied temper.
A gleam into a thought that was most aqua, and of eucalypti.
I thought I saw Vishnu by the pond on my street, once.
Their gaze, of all of them, critiqued my bones.
My teeth were hot, and I was sick of faded rainbows.
But they all accepted… eventually. Smiled… forever.
I once pondered Allah,
In a field scorn of ignorance; that White powdered most.
Five pillars untouched yet unfound.
I had only a broken encore to share, nothing they hadn’t heard.
Once, I was one with the dream time.
A flurry red and black dots that
linked me from Dharug, Eora and Ku-ring-gai.
Some stories weren’t mine to keep, but mine to know.
I concluded, upon a time.
Sitting on dragonfly-ridden fields,
That a singularity was never enough to consider.
How these worlds birthed a supernova,
A conflux now limitless, enshrined in shine.
© Christos Floratos 2019