God lives in Saskatchewan.

In a four-house town
with a gas station
and a grain elevator.

Saskatchewan is God's Own Land.

He cleared away all the mountains
and the trees
so He could see forever.

He sits on his porch
and keeps an eye on the cosmos
and listens to the music
of the spheres.

And He watches the Ontario drivers
zip through to Banff
as fast as they can
without even looking around.

Then He carefully jots down
the license numbers
in a book
for future reference.