I scribbled this poem twenty years ago this upcoming winter while on the bus on the way to university.  At the time, I intended it mainly literally, though over the intervening years it came to me to suggest something about God, like a child who gleefully created the world and then scampered off to the next distraction, leaving us abandoned... benign neglect.  Initially untitled, the poem acquired the current title a few years ago when I dug it out of a tiny notebook I carried in my winter jacket during that long ago moment in my life (indeed, I'm looking at it right now... ah, memories...).