THE FEET ARE VARIABLE

“Man, despite his artistic pretensions, his sophistication and his many accomplishments, 
owes his existence to a six-inch layer of topsoil  and the fact that it rains.” 
~Author Unknown

Can you make a planet?
Stars so light till death,
the explosion of metal,
gravity.

Oxygen is breath.
Can you make it?
Transform decay into
food?

Beneath your feet
the soil, weathered
stone, the humus,
worms,

and grasses.
There are flowers,
can you make them?
Trees?

Can you make fish?
Twist lizards into birds,
hoofed mammals into
whales?

Or

can you let them
be?  Can you keep,
O you who cannot
make?

Fingers, opposable
thumbs.   Larynx.
Can you make a
single eye,

womb, ear, spleen?
Make a mind.
Be still, and make
a heart.

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