Divine Sunset

I clamber up
The edge of the world
Turn to see the world below
Awash in the light of a failing sun
Fallen far below the dais
On which I stand
Like a god
Lord of all below me
Conqueror of the heavens

A car parks beside mine
Released from its confines
A small boy, about five
Runs over to stand beside me
For a moment surveying our domain

But only for a moment
Before picking up a stone
Briefly inspecting it
Then tossing it over the edge
Listening in delight
As it clatters over the sandstone

For a moment I am reminded
I am much less a god
Than a small stone
Hurled through space
And someday clattering to rest
In a world more immense
Than all my imagining can muster

But it delights me to imagine
The small hand of a demi-god
Who chose me, of all stones
To heave mightily
Into divine existence
Taking pleasure in the clatterings
Of one small life
Careening through the world