Humility

I imagine myself a child

And a loving God as a parent

And all the creatures of the world sacred and animate.

I imagine the tomato I'm eating as alive and happy being eaten

Saying, "Thanks Bill, being eatten is just fine".

I imagine all the creation a great and wonderful theater

In which nothing is real and the walls are parents and the trees parents

And the insects way much smarter than me, discussing dimensional space

And doing buzz poetry stand up for each other.

All the animals are enlightened masters and mistresses

Returned to watch over and guide the development of the children\

Humans like me and George Bush and Obama and Harper.

None of it is any more real than a video game

But we're supposed to not hurt each other, make a mess or waste

Or interfere with each other.

The idea is to learn to get along and play well in the sandbox

With the sand saying "Good for you George, you're sharing today".

"That's right Bill, Obama is God's creature too, just like a turtle."

"There's Harper and he's okay and the boys are just playing with cruise missiles

And they shouldn't be but "boys will be boys". You should be making a space ship

Rather than writing poetry or helping that old lady cross the free way.

Now the molecules of the window are talking to me when I throw the stone

And break them apart, "We don't need to be free but it's all okay."

Everyone knows we're children but us. We're being watched by stars

And galaxies and unseen aliens who don't want to have happen to them

What we do to any thing that we don't understand (Kill).

The sand is a collection of nano genius who are just one of the many audiences

That collect daily to be amused at our opinions and childish attempts

To justify all the wrong things, all the things our mothers told us not to do

When we were like nations learning toilet training still

We're the smallest most unenlightened beings on the planet

And that's really humility.