At the patent office

I took my idea to the patent office today,
and waited with the others on the bench.
"Whatcha got there?" said the man next to me.
"Gadget?"

"More of a gizmo," I said. "Yours?"

"Same," he said, and we exchanged a smile.
We dabblers aren't babblers.

The wait was long and I slipped away
in a daydream. What if we were a pantheon of
Immortals bringing in our Creations? Over there,
the Titan with the eyebrows, he's got Time.
And the Gorgon by the window? She's got Gravity.

The Old Goat beside me had something strange,
made in His own beautiful image.
"What does it do?" I asked.
He smiled and shielded the box with his arms,
his wrists still wrapped in shreds of
leather restraints.

J. Mudcat Miller