Mother God knows you could have folded gravity, moved atoms, stopped time, disrupted the fabric of the universe. Death was an irrelevance, wasn’t it? Your energy couldn't be constrained or contained, so remains unbounded. But somehow bypasses me entirely; I don’t sense you at all. Slap my face. Build me something. Craft a wonder to make me gasp. Show yourself, at last. ©️Teresa Durran 191204