Last night God sat outside your window
Popping bubble-wrap as you laid
Draped around me like a
Heated breathing cocoon
The popping played in syncopation
With your each deep inhalation
Your hand kept my head from
Falling through the world
April often brings Him near, popping
Plastic bubbles in the night and
I drifted in an out of sleep
Enraptured by the sound
And even though I know it’s unimportant
I can’t help but wonder what that
Wrapping once protected
Was it some unknown ancient artifact
Still waiting to be found, or
Solomon’s holy temple unmolested
- Or perhaps a Christian martyr
Burned in ancient Rome for his confession
And God is unwrapping him now as
He prepares His house of many
Mansions and readies for His reign
But really, I suppose It’s only May
I really enjoy this one!