God skips across the morning sky
in front of my windscreen
trailing streamers and blowing a party horn
(you know, the kind that unfurls from pursed lips?)
Makes me think of husband-man
pulling faces and speaking in foreign accents
looking to crack a smile as I pull on my boots and check my mail.
Reminds me that this too is the Creator,
playing silly buggers,
trying to be the center of my attention.