THE EYE OF GOD

the eye of god,

the elders told me,

is watching me,

a magical santa clause,

(you know),

you better watch out,

you better not cry,

holding me in his goodie bag over a pit

between being and nothingness

until I was infused with the soul

of age standing before the wall

of myself realizing

that there is a there

beyond the chain link wall

where I see

the hands of God hold me.

a place where I can return to my childhood

lying on the playground field watching

cloud animals dancing in the sky.