Signs

A newspaper says
the eyes of God
were found in a kumquat.

I looked at the newborn’s face
expecting to see meaning
but only the white of my milk
sits on her lip.

It took three days
to say nothing
all the while the baby,
sucking my days
and still nothing.

We ate rice at the table,
your fortune said truth,
speak truth
I do not love you
almost like God, you said
telling you what to say

but I will stay
Only then the did I see
faces of saints
in bowls of fruit.

Peter’s sweet lips
on the side of a pear.