SMALL GOD
Time was
cheap.
It lay scattered
all around
like shattered
Spring sunlight
tangled in hedges
or hung from trees.
There was almost
too much of it.
As if one small boy
could ever use it all up.
There was no end of it
as if there was only now.
Now, this
forever.
And so appeared the world
when I was 7.
A heaven
here on earth
that didn't need to be
prayed for.
Sunlight genuflected
to me
as if I were
the small God
of this
very moment.
Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 12:03 PM UTC
SMALL GOD
Time was
cheap.
It lay scattered
all around
like shattered
Spring sunlight
tangled in hedges
or hung from trees.
There was almost
too much of it.
As if one small boy
could ever use it all up.
There was no end of it
as if there was only now.
Now, this
forever.
And so appeared the world
when I was 7.
A heaven
here on earth
that didn't need to be
prayed for.
Sunlight genuflected
to me
as if I were
the small God
of this
very moment.
