guys! I made it a month!!!

Today I appealed
to the same god of pearls and condors,
hill-isles, lariats,
peace pacts, mustard gas,
black beer, pandemics, and exercise machines I’ve always known,
and the sky was electric-powder-blue,
a mirror for a blue unblemished world.
Once the sea and sky were two
and the world was blue all through.
Under the sky, a chapel bell
painted by hand,
more music is being sold than ever,
more high-rises, more births, more syllables,
thousands of people who want to sell you coffee
or make your radiators.
Oh the clouds are scudding around in the belly
of a god reluctantly housed.
Something will come out of their restlessness.
Nobody knows what or how.