At this precise moment I am in space which must have seemed conducive to the portrayal of god.
He has a beard, of course, and in the narthex I’m looking for precise distractions from this woman’s full-length prostrations in the kingdom of saints.
As we go your hand is there; I should just open mine and take it.
Tom Phillips is a freelance writer and lecturer. His poetry has appeared in a variety of magazines, anthologies, pamphlets and his full-length collection Recreation Ground. His work can also be found on the Anglo-Bulgarian collaborative project Colourful Star http://msvstp.blogspot.co.uk/