God walks out of math proficiency exam

 

No need, really, calculus, physics,

trigonometry, she had every right

to leave -- flat stones counted

 

skipped on pond, graceful bend

of willow to the ground. Clouds fluffed

in morning sun, canyon shouts

 

echoed back at dusk.

Sin tallied on bark of trees,

feminine formula for infinity.

                              Timothy Pilgrim