I split the afternoon
with my girlish body to find God in a garden
rubber soles grazed plush grass, hills awestruck
near the sky. I touched my knees to the soil, barely stirring
yet sprinting across a history into a future unknown. I longed for nothing
but God, the way He made things again—I wanted
to be a thing made again
I brought nothing but, already, the pieces of a life,
the fractured song caught in my throat
once, even younger, I had written
take my life if I stop believing
I meant it
what was love but His Son dying in my place?
unbounded love, it still
make me ever yours, I cry
the body I broke, a
every bone in me
Tiwaladeoluwa Adekunle is a Ph.D. candidate and poet from Nigeria. Her poems appear in Breakwater Review, Indiana Review, Oakland Review, and Pittsburgh Poetry Journal, among others. She has been nominated for a Best of the Net prize and a Pushcart Prize.
Artwork: “Woman in the Garden at Collettes” by Pierre-Auguste Renoir, 1919. Public Domain.