The Presumers

Blue boat under silver trees-

small breeze that frays the clouds-

stones on the path I'm too lazy to move-

pealeaves flickering greenly-

ground I grudgingly dug-

empty deck-chair facing the sea-

garden that reaches beyond me

into a grittier truth.

Our lives are owned by purple flowers-

the names we inflict on mountains

bounce meaninglessly away-

the mountains know who they are-

the earth forbears our nibblings-

our ant strivings-

stands firm in its fullness-ignores

the itch of our presumptions.

It is like a huge patient beast

rolling slowly through the dark-

prowling surely the mammoth fathoms

we prick with rocket needles-

we are one with the same riddled gulfs

but a small impertinent part-

our gods get lost in that starsprawl-

the planet swims on unhindered.