Whee, or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The G's
"We are but a moment's sunlight"
In the stylish modern kitchen of God,
we are all just a glass
dropped from the Divine Hand.
All that came before
and all that comes after
stretch immeasurably in every direction--
God's crib is huge.
Ahead of us,
the Italian marble the Divine Dogs tread
will smash our vessel to smithereens.
For now, though, there's this weird fleeting instant
while we're in flight,
very importantly sweating which way we slosh
inside our little temporary capsule.
Very soon we'll be released,
set free to flow in the Cosmic Spill.
Don't worry, He's got cupboards full of Waterford,
and we'll be launched again
like space monkeys.
Until then don't stress, Little Rider.
Just let the vessel rock you like a cradle you can trust
but won't remember
from this time when you are dinky, but growing.
for day 18.
and for Paul's "Write Here, Right Now" goose at Toads.
the quote at top is from the song "Get Together" written by Chet Powers aka Dino Valenti and made famous by the Youngbloods, Jefferson Airplane and others.
Many pardons are begged of the Goddess for my frivolous portrayal of Her as male in this poem. I'll be doing dishes in the Celestial Kitchen for a year. Or emptying waste baskets in Her corner office on janitorial night shift. I am but a froward fool.