Today's poem is "Goodtime Jesus," by James Tate.
Jesus got up one day a little later than usual. He had
been dreaming so deep there was nothing left in his
head. What was it? A nightmare, dead bodies walking
all around him, eyes rolled back, skin falling off. But he
wasn't afraid of that. It was a beautiful day. How 'bout
some coffee? Don't mind if I do. Take a little ride on
my donkey, I love that donkey. Hell, I love everybody.
Is this poem about Jesus, as in Jesus Christ? Or is it just about a guy named Jesus, who loves that donkey. Does it matter? I like this poem a lot, but at the moment, I can't say why. Maybe it's because I haven't had enough coffee today.