I Hate Pockets
by Angie Jenkins
God waves him in front of me.
Side. Side to
I reach for him but trip
on my own two feet.
I want him. I need him.
“Too late,” God laughs.
He hides the man in his pocket.
Posted on 02/07/2010
Copyright © 2023 Angie Jenkins
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Joe Cramer on 02/07/10 at 09:26 PM|
|Posted by Glenn Currier on 02/24/10 at 06:58 PM|
Poems about time and its Father fascinate me. Maybe because I am so old. :-) We can always hope for a hole in the pocket. Thanks.
|Posted by Alison McKenzie on 03/19/10 at 08:24 AM|
I wish I could say God won't always tease that way, but it's something I don't know. This said in a few words what others (including myself) try to accomplish in volumes, and so perfectly.
|Posted by Jody Pratt on 09/26/12 at 05:20 AM|
Alison said it all, "This said in a few words what others (including myself) try to accomplish in volumes, and so perfectly."