Average, Everyday God(s)

He, She, and They

Are not all mighty

There are no cloud-clad kingdoms

But pothole ridden streets

And one, maybe two bedroom apartments

Inside, a lived-in space

In need of cleaning or burning,

They don't know

Dirty dishes stacked high

Next to unanswered prayers

A load of hopes and dreams

Has a growing smell of mildew

Sitting another

In the washing machine

Why do towels take so long to dry?

Dust bunnies gather

Like sins, swept under the rug

Small

Unnoticed

Forgotten

A stew of

Good and bad karma

Sits, waiting

What they put in,

They must taste

Kindness simmers softly

While bitterness boils over

They long for balance

Unobtainable

They passively pour

A cup of coffee

And analyze the space

Overwhelmed