by Michael Gessner
Occurred again, just this morning
when I stopped at a stop light,
& watched two school girls
with chartreuse neon stripes
on their backpacks turn
to take a short cut through
a corner lot of trees,
& at the same time, the thought
of god came to mind, a god
of experience, who was at the moment
experiencing the giddiness
of the girls of morning weaving
through ironwood & mesquite.