When I left God
it was as if
from a dream
I had heaved up
to see myself
climbing the mountain pass
to where anything I loved
(even my own unflinching
self) might be tied
to rock waiting.
Woken on the crag, I reeled
against the sky at my side,
the knife a shining
smile in my hand
nearly nicking me.
“Wait!” God said giggling.
Then cleared his voice
to thunder as I turned
back down and waved
my little blade.
