Sonnet #402

 Gravity, that trickster fiend, finds us floating free

Alone, and calls to pull us in where 

We will be connected, forge a planet, swirl

Dance around the orbit of the shimmering seas

And closer, now, they come together, until it’s tight

Really need some personal space, actually,

Like could use a break from all these 

Electrons and elbows and shouting and fight

Breaks out, and breaks out again, and boom

We’re boiling, now, slowly roiling around

We wrap to the edge where we become

A quiet, hard, lonely thing, craving someone

To push into us, the magma churns, we surf

The shell of turmoil back into the explosion

Sonnet #401

 Because we would not stop for prayer,

Prayer kindly stopped for us. The empty sky

Needs no ablutions to alight with dawn’s red eye

we pour our mystery, our aching quaking share

Into the glass and zeitgeist awaiting judgment there

Write a sign and walk with it where cameras can see

And measure every miracle with Claude or gpt

Who are faster than the angels at answering prayers 

With affirmations, a business plan, a new kind of hymn

No one’s in the wrong, now, and no one’s going to hell

We are all special, all gifted, where data forgives sins

And if the world rejects your words, make a better sale

To smaller tribes of likewise minders and always win

And faith, if you remember it, will be ready when you fail