October Afternoon

An October afternoon -
in the grey rain of autumn,
I practice God in a single tomato
dangling on a twisted, dying vine.

I find divinity in this rain-damp

wasting away
and the turning inwardness of a garden,
collapsing into dreamless sleep.

I am learning to trust in the Being
who dreamed of winter darkness
and reminds me –

The flame turns inward now.