Mary Oliver – What Can We Do About God

what can we do about god, who makes and then
breaks every god-forsaken, beautiful day?
what can we do about all those graves
in the woods, in old pastures in small towns in the
bellies of cities?

god’s heavy footsteps through the braken through the
bog through the dark wood his breath like a swollen river

his switch, lopping the flowers, forgive me, Lord, how i

still, sometimes,
crave understanding.