There is God

How can you see
everglades swooping their arms
and park willows
combing the ground
and not know there is God?

How can a thunderstorm
shake floorboards and
rumble in your joints
as if a canyon collapsed inside you
and you not know
there is God?

How could something
so detailed
so perfectly beautiful
just be, just happen by chance?
No renowned work
simply was.

Sculpted art, majestic tales
prototypes bleeding discovery.
There are men among the clouds
and still more
--would these things be
without us?
How could you know this
and not know there
is God?