Imagine the infinite patience of a God
who invents the laws of motion,
and gravity, and thermodynamics
and then waits a few billion years
to see if we’ll figure them out
A God who knows how to make a wheel
but lets us drag rocks through the forests
to build our homes
before we bring the pieces together
and make our first axle
Who knows how to heal anything
but is silent as we flounder in lab coats
one generation after another
moving inches closer to cures
that remain many miles away
Who invents pathways to peace
and watches us blow each other up
in increasingly efficient ways
waits to see if self-extermination
will indeed be our end
Who knows that happiness –
will come again in a different form
and find me sitting in Amherst
but observes as I blunder along
for a decade full of questions
Iz Mazano is working on a collection of poems about love in a time when AI partners are a click away and when digital devices often decide who we love and how we love them. He is based in Western Massachusetts and is also involved in the poetry of marketing, website design, and raising children. You can find more of his work on www.izmazano.com