What you cannot touch touches you

As though an apple fell
on my head I stopped
what I was doing
looked up

Oh - it’s you

Sometimes a prayer is answered
before the words are said;
but since you were not listening
you say them anyway

The apple falls
when the earth calls
for its seed

Oh, it is you

And when your prayer
is met with silence
you curse
the miser god
who gave you everything

as though the apple had fallen
on my head I stopped
what I was doing
looked up

Oh
it’s as easy
as falling down.

• Poetry