if creation was an RC airplane
(the kind your dad buys from Radio Shack
two weeks before Christmas
as a present for you
but is really for him)
complete with buttons and sticks
for pitch and yawl
god should have put a few more bucks
into the strength and radius
of his remote control
or maybe he enjoys watching
the effortless, powerless glide
the pull of inertia and,
eventually,
gravity.