November 27, 2012

The stars are grazing
on infinite black turf,
galaxies whine
as they spin.

The oceans are playing
with shores they touch,
an endless game
they can’t win.

Trees are worshiping
their sylvan gods,
for the sermon
that won’t begin.

And, the earth is sleeping
in motionless calm,
sometimes a stir
from within.

Yet, here I am at work
my meaningless job,
selling widgets