God with a fish on her head

Today I had a problem
A big problem
All the stuff that makes your head spin
Lost love, betrayal, anger and pain
Guilt and fear – the whole game

I sat for hours
By a window, on a chair
I paged through holy books
I meditated inside myself
Breathing in and out
In and out

And I prayed
In a searching way
Not
Now I lay me...
Then
I looked up at the curtain
And there she was
God with a fish growing out of her head

August 1997