You Think You’re Humble
When she heard the story of the rug maker’s intentional flaw,
she laughed: “I don’t need to try to make a mistake:
I know there will be one!”
To believe in One Holy and Omnipotent Deity,
I must have faith that all the cracks,
chips, aches and pains add up to perfect wholeness:
pure sanity wrenched from madness.
I dreamed last night that the walls were oozing black tar.
I tried to staunch them with tissues.
Faucets didn't respond to my touch.
When I awoke, the only problem
was a swarm of tiny ants in the cat’s dish,
eating his leftovers,
easily dispatched down the garbage disposal.