Sunrise Hike at Weldon Springs Conservation Area
Maybe god is in the fingers of sunlight
that reach through the branches
before the sun itself has risen,
something I can see with my eyes half closed
as I am falling asleep sitting against a tree
because I woke up at four in the morning
to watch the river light up gold
and the trees go from gray to green
as we sit and pretend that we can stay like this forever.
I think god is in the way my friend
fills silently with joy as I point out a bird
on a distant branch; when
we both realize it’s a cardinal at the same time.
I think god is in the way my friend’s phone
has not yet lit up to tell him his brother has died
and instead, he is laughing among the leaves,
bathed in sunlight, now,
the birds singing
the way he hasn’t since.