Her Turn to Carpool

God parks her Cadillac a block away
so as not to outshine the yellow
school buses and Dodge Caravans
which also wait. She files her nails,
listens to All Things Considered and watches
the children come toward the light.
The one with pokey lips
and the largest backpack climbs
into the backseat, settles her bottom
on the plush red interior. She breaks
God’s heart. God floors it.

God Uses a Power Drill

She holds it
in two hands
for the first time.
And it is good.
The smell
of the wood
beginning to heat up.
The controlled give
as the bit moves deeper.
She scouts around
for more things to drill,
in love with the orange
extension cord.