for T.D.

We live life to life,
like a cloud of tadpoles swirling
in an invisible jar.

God is lidless
filled with drinkable rain,
the shape and dimension
of our days. I sense this.
You don’t. Even so,
we move in the same water
searching our mouth-like brains
for something deep to grow in.

Give me patience.
Contain me,
I am swarming.