God even hangs out in Cyberspace, you know. Cyberheaven. It’s a good place, nothing can get broken. God can grow a giant leg if He wants, and stretch it—there’s room for that and more. God can use the browser to amuse. If we listen hard enough, we could learn what makes God laugh. Oh yes, I think She does. Laugh, I mean. So this browser is right on the edge of Cyberheaven, the screen all tight and crowded, no room to move but behind, just reaching out behind—aah. God can just put a finger here, push there— just one finger, and the rest of God hangs loose. Oh yes, I really think so.
Diane Lee Moomey is a painter and poet living in Half Moon Bay, California, where she is co-host of Coastside Poetry, a monthly reading series; her work has appeared in PoetryMagazine.com, Mezzo Cammin, Caesura, California Quarterly, The Road Less Taken and others. Please visit her at www.dianeleemoomeyart.com