A Quick Email to God*

We have gathered

The story of this poem: Where I live, the winter sun is a rare bird.

A QUICK EMAIL TO GOD*

Dear God,
We have gathered,
The citizens of New England,
To inform You of our newly created Union,
Which comes together around a central protest,
That being the unreasonably early sunset
That comes with the winter months.
Please be aware of
Our demands for a more reasonable condition of life:
The primary of which being
That You remember that You love us.
We ask that You remember warm air. 
We ask that You recall the sun.

*God is the name of the blanket we throw over mystery to give it shape.
(Barry Taylor, AC/DC roadie)

Thank you so much for reading my work.

See you next week.