Revisionist Poetry – I knew a God…, v2

I knew a God…

Some river before me —
I followed its slow rhythm,
as if to tell me it might happen:
the lark sang its first song.

Some star before me —
I leaned into the glitter;
no one stopped me from seeing
the last, most colourful page.

Some rose before me —
I turned toward the aroma,
with only fate left to pluck
the first drop of morning dew.

Some thorn before me —
I met my private pain.
As if the migraine could welcome
the final, quiet proof of life.