The Poet, Trying to Surprise God
The poet, trying to surprise his God composed new forms from secret harmonies, tore from his fiery vision galaxies of unrelated shapes, both even & odd.
But God just smiled, and gave His know-all nod saying, 'There's no surprising One who sees the acorn, root, and branch of centuries — I swallow all things up, like Aaron's rod. So hold this thought beneath your poet-bonnet: no matter how free-seeming flows your sample God is by definition the Unsurprised.'
'Then I'll return', the poet sighed, 'to sonnets, of which this is a rather pale example.'
Is that right?' said God. 'I hadn't realised. . . '