Window in the Sky (Poetry)

There is, I know, a window in the sky
because I’ve glimpsed it opening some days
and wondered who was on the other side —
it doesn’t stay there long — the vision fades...

It’s round — just like a porthole on a ship —
I get the sense that someone’s looking through —
maybe God is watching how we float —
sink or swim while he just steers the boat.

It could be God is no more than a boy
playing marbles some wet afternoon
this world’s his tolley* — third most favourite toy
the Sun’s his best, close-followed by the Moon.

Or perhaps it is a monocle I spy —
a Cyclopean giant whose middle eye
gazes through the sunrise now and then
catching sight of ants the size of men.

We’re not alone — whoever’s looking down
might be aware we sometimes call to him —
that shadow crossing cloudy in the frame
who doesn’t answer — doesn’t know his name.



* A large marble