A new poem of mine, written several months ago from a restaurant view.
How Like A God
Looking down on a new city
from a third-story restaurant
is not like being a god
in the sense that I am on top of the world,
it is like being a god
in the sense that I am
better than you,
that I am judging you in this moment,o motorcycle pizza delivery guy,
seen from above
through a canopy of flowers,
playing with a colleague’s son.
Not judging in the sense
of heaven and hell,
but in the sense of the senses.
I am deciding that your moment
on the sidewalk immediately below me
and that I am worthy to say it is so.
Also this is like being a god
in the sense that I am outside you,
And although I am sure I understand you
you do not even see me
and could never hope to understand
from down there without revelation,
if I were not completely condescending
in the theological sense.