Saturday, March 22, 2008


(Very much a work in progress, more thought than poem, I think - obviously, therefore I am...)

One created invisible friends.

One built a house in a tree.

One buried itself inside another,
then asked the other to leave.

For God so loved the world.

Each according to their needs.

Who created whom?

God wept

or was that me?

1 comment:

Rachel said...

Thank you for the beautiful new word. I will have to use that one.