the sun drops his knee on fog

a diurnal genuflection that

explains the lack of clarity in the prayer’s thought

when god prays to himself

using the fog’s opaque cushion

we know god is a child

who pretends to pray

because in the midst of his holy make-believe childhood

he is a beautiful version of daffodil twirling in dew


Copyright © 2016 by Vi Khi Nao. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on January 8, 2016, by the Academy of American Poets.

About this Poem

“I wrote this poem on a blue Royal typewriter as a train was lumbering its way through a light fog. For an entire year, I wondered why god kept appearing in my writing.”
Vi Khi Nao