Genesis 16
I stumble in desperate headlong flight
from the sharp bite of a woman empty
of what her god has promised envious
of what seems to be coming my way
How foolish of me to flee
into the arms of death Sun-scorched
& breathless I make for the well
with nothing to eat & nothing to draw with
& the child in my abdomen kicking in confusion
I’m met by a man who gives me a drink
more than a man who pours hope in my heart
the god of my mistress the god of my distress
the nameless one to whom
since I know no better
I give an intimate name
The God Who Sees Me
