Enoch walked, talking
to his old friend,
God,
who asked,
“So? How goes it?”
(as if He didn’t know!)
and Enoch answered,
“How should it go? I’m fine.”
And God said,
“Want to come Home with Me?”
And Enoch answered,
“My home is always with Thee.”
And God said,
“So, all right already! Let’s go!”
And Enoch answered,
“OK! Let’s go already!”

And Enoch was not, for God took him.

I wonder how his wife and kids took that?
I wonder if he owed anyone any sheep?
Did he have a will?
(you know what it means if he didn’t)
Did he rush to his tent to pack clean robes?

I don’t think so.

At 65, Enoch sired Methuselah,
talked with God for 300 more years,
(…a son still at home
after 300 years
will drive a father
to talk to God…)
And then, Enoch got a clean get-a-way.
No questions answered.
He was just, not.