as I was driving home

as i was driving home, snow falling, bay on my right shoulder, clouds above engaged in their own slow traffic. my hands on the wheel, my breath making ghosts in the cold truck, the dog by my side, all water, or mostly, all teeming with life, dripping with it. at home in my kitchen, haley and i both want a drink. in my glass ,i think, i begin to see, i am holding god, this thing we call water. i ask for clarity as i drain the glass, cold from the earth, this marvelous shape shifter, this almost nothing at all, and everything i have ever loved. this forest born brew is both the body and the blood. we are drinking god. we feast upon the divine. -Tom O'Donovan late December 2006