Confession

I interviewed God

in my dreams last night.

I asked him about Eden.

He shrugged, and said, 
“I should’ve had a backup plan.”

When I asked him to pick

his favorite creation 

he paused, then said, “Gravity,

because it’s invisible but

beautiful because

it never gets tired of 

holding everything together.”

He leaned forward

with his head in his hands

and sighed. 
“Love was the best idea I ever had,

but I must’ve miscalculated.

It’s too volatile, y'see.

Some people just can’t handle it.”

That’s when I woke up

and remembered 

I don’t believe in God.

But before the fog of sleep

lifted with the sunrise, 

I was sure I could believe 

in that weary man

whose tired eyes confessed

that even his best miracle 
can be a burden.