And God Said… 

I enter the rectangular room filled 

with rectangular shelves containing 

rectangular books. A little rectangular 

world on this giant spinning sphere.

Each book contains hundreds 

of rectangular pages. Each row

of words is an elongated rec-

tangle. So many rectangles…   

What did God have in mind here?

My rectangular notebook and my

rectangular bed, the rectangular

doors inside my rectangular house.

I’m drowning in my rectangular pool.

I sink deeper as I watch a rectangular sky 

blur and disappear. On the Other Side 

I ask God about the rectangles.

And as he sits there fiddling some 

rectangular apparatus, he looks up at me 

through rectangular glasses and says, 

I’m God… and I like rectangles.