God, to me
is like a travel agent
I don’t use them that much anymore
since the internet
But every now and then
when I’m on a plane
as it goes up I’ll say
God, I know you exist
Would you mind making it so
this plane doesn’t explode on it’s
way to wherever I’m going
possibly New Jersey
and thank you for existing
which I know that you do
God also appears in the language I use
to refer to other drivers
on the Los Angeles freeways
As if I expect him to flatten their tires
as punishment for their disbelief
and driving crimes against me
Yes God always appears
when I’m on the way to somewhere.
clearing the road ahead
making sure I get there