What if I were Mary?
Would I have known who I had met?
Or would I go about
like I so often do
not recognizing God in God
as he stands before me
in the shells of flesh
on corners of streets
in cubicles of offices
behind counters in stores
serving food in restaurants
sweeping debris in concert halls
teaching knowledge in classrooms
crying tears on couches
spitting obscenities in madness
hugging God in me?
What if I were Mary?
Would I have stayed?
Would I have followed?
Or would I have overlooked
like I so often do
the God in you
reaching out to the God in me?