The Divine Conspiracy

I’m afraid that if I surrender everything

I’ll have to choose between Africa and India

Or face the fishes like a stubborn Jonah;

That if I make God’s will my will

He’ll go changing my perspective,

Trick me into marrying a tuba

With a beautiful heart; that one day

I’ll wake with a start, next to the oompah,

In Africa or India, and be happy in my sorry state!

I like my America!  I like a woman’s shape!

Minneapolis, 2007. Self-published in Clay Eyes.

By | 2018-04-24T14:22:39+00:00 April 3rd, 2007|Poem|