God was seen wandering around unattended
On the second floor  
Of the downtown Presbyterian Hospital
In the issued opened-back faded mint green gown

God had been admitted to the Hospital, after being picked up
Due to a spree of drunken debauchery.    
God suffered symptoms of memory laps
And an ‘inflamed’ mind
God’s fright paralysis and hyperarousal were also in the mix

Much like the Ouroboros who slays itself
And brings itself back to life
God lives, still, on an endless recycling,
On the second floor of the downtown Presbyterian Hospital

God mingled with the staff and the residence
Making funny coincidences and disorienting reality
Eating ice chips and drinking stale coffee
God looked on carefully to distinguish followers from foes  

Making God’s own sort of rounds
God went around asking family if they’ve got ‘God Conscious?’
Kind of like the slogan ‘Got Milk?’
In those who did not respond to questioning, it was obvious
They did not hear God even ask and clearly did not have this
God Consciousness
That’s OK, God would think quietly, “you soon will.”  

Most did not recognize God as anyone other than a patient
God’s beard and bare feet gave not a clue
There was one young child however, in room 202
Who looked up and saw what she knew to be True
Her monitor stopped and right there and then she joined in God
That young child in room 202