One of the many problems with being God
Is ubiquity which means He never
Knows the complex satisfaction
Of looking at His butterknife and, seeing
A smutch on it, deciding to walk
Across the kitchen to see if there's a clean one
In the drawer or lurking in the dishdrainer.
He is already at the drawer and in it; He is
The distance between the table and the drawer,
The drawer, the sink, the dishdrainer,
The knife with a smutch, the smutch
And the clean knife which may not exist.
More, he is the woman next door saying
"What's God doing, racketing around at this hour?"
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