It was God’s birthday, but he had
completely lost track of his age.
So he said.

Mrs. God suggested they add days
to the year to prevent such
rapid aging

“as long as they’re during the summer,”
whereas God felt the best approach
was to pad

days one loved with extra hours.
Sadly, people on earth were already
manufacturing wristwatches

especially the Swiss, the Germans,
and calendars had been built
into the very stone.

“Ah, well, we missed our moment,”
God said, stirring the clouds over the sea
with his fingertip,
then watching them spin off and unspool
like ice skaters gliding in a stillness
immune to time.