It seems while I was away
God took up a new hobby
leaving love letters I read while driving to work.
(Perhaps if I look under the bed, I’ll find a shoebox filled with them
and be shocked that He’s been doing it for years.
What a conversation that would be!)
I guess He was secretly spying on me
that time I sat on a bench in MOMA
captivated by iridescence.
So the Creator asked Monet to teach Him how to paint a sunrise.
I think He’s feeling quite pleased with His technique.