A man started woman,
and by the time he had finished
his hair had turned grey,
spring skies had turned to winter gloom
and he had one foot in the grave;
he pondered hard,
yet still had no answers
to his questions.
A woman started man,
and by the time she had finished,
everything had changed
and winter gloom had turned to summer
as finally he was trained;
and in his reflection she saw her self,
and pondered hard
if her work was truly done.
God started humanity,
and by the time he had finished,
wondered if he had made a huge mistake,
free-will and genitalia
an incessant long term ache of possibility;
and he pondered hard
if man and woman
could ever truly be as one.
A flower seeded from the winds
attached itself to mother earth,
and wondered how its being was so perfect,
sharing life and nutrient, as
under a loving sun it grew,
stretching in glorious color and form
to simply be itself
and live and die with honorable joy.
Tony DeLorger © 2016