I was so mad at God that
I couldn’t quite recall if
it was him who started with the arrows
at me, or vice versa.
I just grumbled, well, if you are so mean,
If you shut all the doors
Where I want them open
Then I will outsmart you.
Except that I didn’t.
For it is him who has the best sense of humor.
We sled down snowy hills
The child insists, I want the sled
To go this way, not that!
Except that it doesn’t.
It follows the bumps along the slope.
Water flows about rocks effortlessly
Ants on a log march in liquid lines
Geese in the sky skim through fluid
We are the only ones who had forgotten
The path of least resistance.
In those brief moments we recall it
And spin out of control down the snowy hills
To go further than ever imagined