there's not much
i remember
from when i was 5--
a VW microbus with
the back chopped down
to form a kind of
pick-up truck;
the drawstring
straw cowboy hat
i wore after
giving myself
a bad haircut;
and my image
of GOD, adapted
from a cartoon genie
named Baboo--only
God was much bigger,
encircled the world
on His cloudy perch
like a cat curled up
around a toy mouse
and every bit
as magic