Creation

Isabel plays games with crystalline rules.
She tells you what she will say, what you
will say, and then what will happen due
to what you both have said. Ok? Go.

You get bored quickly playing these games.
This is the fear of lacking free will.
This is why a creator God makes
no sense to us. God must be unborable.

This poem was supposed to be about
the winnowing of wants as we age.
This began as a Godless poem. God said,
“Let there be light,” as if He were beseeching.