Phosphenes and confusion

there are no yes ma’ams and no sirs
in God’s world.
phosphenes collide
behind ordinary people’s eyes
and He just smiles.

roped in by strange limits
of the human sky,
he looks small
and sometimes seems to act without good sense or purpose.
(and maybe he doesn’t).

they say if you can name it God
it’s not Him.

like the limerence of schoolgirls–
ineffable, sharp and inevitable–
if you stare too long into darkness
you will find yourself
asking why.

I will save you the trouble
And tell you
it’s none of your business.

even some priests die drunk.