Gods & On your New Life, two poems by David Taylor

I gave up on god years ago,
replacing
her with
sex,
poetry,
woods,
wine.
Now
I’m letting
go
of those
too.
It’s age
I guess,
having looked elsewhere.

Now,
exhausted,
coming home,
sitting quietly,
breathing in
the edges
of the world.

The air
has the feel of your
body,
as I stare into the flowers
in
the open way
the earth gets by,
blending
things.