God was in the hush under
the soft-needled pine tree that
reaches out over the sidewalk
and is now freighted with snow,
late-winter snow, wet and heavy.
Stop, I told my son. Look up.
Isn’t it quiet? Do you feel it?
But then a man, whose
irritated presence I had not
felt, appeared beside us
and then in front, having seen
that we and our grocery cart
were not going to step aside,
let him pass without
having to step into the street,
or a high drift, spilling snow down
inside his boots. Then I was
a spiritual dilettante, an oblivious
seeker of capital-E Experiences,
and everything was complicated
again, not simple after all.
Marilyn Rauch Cavicchia 
Some people can take away serenity in an instant.
I could see his point, though … and that was the problem! 🙂
being able to see the perspective of his though, it helps us in the next experience…does that make it a difference between our personal serenity and that of those around us…and what happens when they rub up against each other…
And everything is quieter in the snow. I’d like to think that’s why I didn’t hear him — not that I’m so self-involved that I’m not aware of others!
Why is it always easier to think he’s in the hush and not in the bustle? Baffles me too – how things swing from simple to complex and refuse to be categorised…thanks
That’s a great question! If there is a god (and if he’s male), he’s probably very busy and certainly present in the bustle. 🙂
YES. Plus, I love how the title works from multiple angles in this one.
Thank you! Titles are often the hardest part, but I liked this one.
He wouldn’t have noticed you…
You’re probably right!