sometimes i look at the sky

and imagine God rolling out of bed

and painting on the clouds

and sometimes i think about

when i was born

and how He must have made my heart

out of cotton rather than wool

here i settle

in the midst of all this chaos

and i envy God

who sits in a serene kingdom

away from all this

and i wonder if He ever considers

flooding the earth again

and starting over

i know i do.