New

I put on my new dress,
Easter-egg colored to meet
this day new.
The sun’s out after four days of storms.
This is reality, not a metaphor.
The God I take into my body
is real, too. But don’t you know,
He’s in everything,
the steam rising from my teacup,
the glow on the lawn,
the tomato plants reaching
to make fruit for us.