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.
On Afternoons and Coffeespoons 