You God - Patricia Mack

[Larry Robinson]

You God

You God, who plows my face in furrowed lines
Who lets me tap my foot in time
Who skipped the world in wild delight 
Before first blackbird throated his height
Come play again and take delight    
in a field so plowed and furrowed and harrowed
Might?
Come race across my forehead 
slide down my nose
ring around my sockets
dance on my pose

Pat-a-cake my waiting cheeks
Peek-a-boo my ears
Gather what you will for ball
Splash among my tears

And when you’ve played your fill
and say you’ve had enough 

Gather up all your toys 
including Blind Mans Bluff

        - Patricia Mack