God’s Work

What would you make of us if you were God?—

looking over past mistakes, sketch pad in hand,

more clay, fresh water, quiet, your favorite apron,

all you could ask, a chance to improve.

There’s no one around, you’re completely free,

it’s your shop, God, get down to work.

Ask yourself bluntly what you did wrong,

then hurry up if you want to save it.

I know exactly how you feel: Shit!

you think, How’d I do that?

I must have been out of my normal mind,

drunk or hung over at the very least…

At last you squat it and start over.