Monday, October 20, 2014

Foul-weather friend

God sees me still and silent
in the doorway. "It's been a while,"
God says. "Feeling a bit distant
from people again?" I nod numbly.
"Come," God says, and I obey,
let myself down to the tiled floor,
rest my back against God's chairleg.
God tousles my hair. I close my eyes.
"You can stay here tonight," God says.
"I'll let you know when it's morning."

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