The Bright Side
by Connie Wanek
God was getting old,
but he’d been this way forever,
Mrs. God said. He always claimed
he liked Earth better “back then.”
“It’s hard, I know.”
She sat beside him,
just beyond the water’s reach.
“I prefer circles to lines,” said God.
“Well,” she half-smiled,
“We are all entitled to our preferences.”
What was age but weariness?
A shortening of the stride,
non-organic pain, low clouds
that lacked definition, but not duration,
like a sheet of steel.
Best to sit quietly, Mrs. God knew,
because very soon he would say,
“And yet…”
“The Bright Side” by Connie Wanek from Consider the Lilies: Mrs. God Poems. © Will o’ the Wisp Books, 2018.
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