He spoke with you this morning about
finding another job. He was snuffing out stars
while you talked, taking someone’s baby home
and helping to track down terrorists.
He told you to start selling real estate
and you laughed because for a second,
you thought he was serious.
When you reminded him that
you’re no salesman. He laughed
that you almost fell for it.
Then he opened up your Bible
to the page where he watches sparrows.
As he flipped the pages, he was
sending an earthquake to level
low income housing, trying to get Pluto
removed from the list of planets,
planting an addendum to the Book of Revelations
in a cave near the
and other things, he wouldn’t specify.
You sighed in relief that he
could be so many places at once.