Steps I have taken for ends I cannot discern Bob Hicok The other day I made a cake and walked it to the top of a mountain. I like to think fundamental geological processes saw this as the birthday party they never had. From there, I looked out upon the valley’s ongoing cake deficiency, came down and bought some chickens to obtain the eggs for all the cakes I would need to make things right. In keeping chickens for eggs, the most important thing is not eating the chickens—I have made two tasty mistakes in that regard. Then a woman walked by cradling an afterbirth in her arms and calling it Susie and I gave her a chicken. Then a man nailed his ear to a tree and I gave him a chicken. Egg production and therefore cake production were way down due to my automatic chicken response to sadness. Even when I was sad that chickens have wings but can’t fly, I gave myself a chicken. This whole time, though, I forgot I’m a hermit. One day I was handing a chicken to this man who’d been crying barbed wire when I said to him, o my God, I’m a hermit, like you might say, o my God, I forgot to pick up my son from the cleaners. Kids come back so shiny, don’t they, shiny and eager to clean up their rooms. Through all of this hullabaloo, I lost sight of the cake in the oven, the cake I had meant to give the river, the river the rain comes to as a sky river without irony, the river that arrives in my left eye and leaves from my right, the river January freezes for wind to do toe loops and double axles across, I took that river a burnt cake and an apology. The river accepted the burnt cake as a down payment on whatever else will get thrown its way. Chair legs. Dead deer. Commas. The reason to be God is to hold up a river and see what shakes out in the end. The rest of it—the making of a world—sounds like work, like hammer hammer hammer, saw saw saw. The reason not to be God is a private matter between God and whomever God confesses to when it is late and the sky turns the color of listening. Bob Hicok has published seven books of poetry, the latest of which, Elegy Owed, was released by Copper Canyon Press in 2013. “Steps I have taken for ends I cannot discern” appears in our Autumn 2012 issue.