God’s got me in his back pocket,
black billfold, plastic driver’s license,
and a sense of my demise.
He’s too busy trying to find a way to speak
to the haters, the arrogant, and legally blind.
What’s He going to say? “Hey you
find a fish, a bottle of wine and march
across the Sea of Gallilee. Look
for your nearest Motel Six. I left a light on.”