Nonlinear dreams

Draw a line.

Imagine it is time.

Plot out the births and deaths that define you.

Pencil a dot for droughts and famines.

Shade in years of peace.

Mark the points of decision and regret.

Now add God.

And the line is swallowed into space.

Imagine again:

A desert. Forty days.

Utter dryness. Sand in cracked skin, teeth gritty from swallowed wind.

Parched plans and empty water beds.

Beyond this vastness-

the finiteness of living-

God rests outside all this.

An oasis perhaps we see,but mostly don't.

What if

we need not plod straight through the desert,

but could be plucked

in a nonlinear way

from this gritty beach

and placed gently

so toes touch a shore?

And the wind might start smelling salty

And the air might begin to moisten 

With bursts of Breath

As moments drop from space

Like a single taste of sweetness 

Pulled from honeysuckle -

And we find our way again.