"New Religion"

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I was taught to hate poetry in high school and the teaching pretty much stuck. But every once in a while, as in a recent email, a little something will slip through my barbed-wire defenses:

                                        New Religion

                                              by Bill Holm 

This morning no sound but the loud
breathing of the sea. Suppose that under
all that salt water lived the god
that humans have spent ten thousand years
trawling the heavens for.
We caught the wrong metaphor.
Real space is wet and underneath,
the church of shark and whale and cod.
The noise of those vast lungs
exhaling: the plain chanting of monkfish choirs.
Heaven's not up but down, and hell
is to evaporate in air. Salvation,
to drown and breathe
forever with the sea.
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