THE WORLD
Some say the World's an artifact,
something that was made.
Others feel it grew
like mushrooms in the shade.
I much prefer the growing part,
at least I think I do.
Somehow, a cosmos framed
makes me feel quite blue.
He (or She, or even It)
wields almighty power,
which only weakens me,
even makes me cower.
But untilled garden called the World,
suggests no obligation.
It merely offers us some time
to take a long vacation.
Desert of Tears (2002)