Volume 1, Issue 1, April 1994


This poem is from "Cantos From A Small Room", published by Wolsak and Wynn. The author is Calgary resident Robert Hilles, who teaches computer programming.

God is the smallest object in a room. Some of us see it and speak to it as if it were a pet or a lover. Others imagine it was bigger and could not fit into this room at all. Others still fall in love with it and take it to bed with them every night. Some of us can't even get into the room at all and must stare at the object from the doorway like a prisoner staring at the sea from their cell window. This object does not move or breathe or even love. It merely thinks about ways to get out of this room for good. It thinks about wings abour legs about fingers but none of them is adequate. In the end this object decides that it is stuck for good in this room. Those that truly love it will pick it up and throw it out the window. Those who despise it will try to hide it beneath some large piece of furniture. Most of us however will take no notice of it merely sitting next to it once in a while and glancing at it from the corner of our eyes hoping that sometime we will discover what to do with it.

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