I know some people who’ve met Jesus
and take it personally, like they think
somebody’s died and made them god. I believe
it was the serpent who made that promise.
He still has a good eye for an easy mark, and we fall
for it every time, leaving god
lost in some garden muttering where are you? while
we rave on about things we’ve built
on sacred mountains where we could swear
we saw something transfigured and figured
we’d better nail it down then and there
while we had it for a hot minute in our little minds.
Jesus, you know, is nobody
like you and me. And there’s no telling
what mountain he’s camped on now.